Baths

Ugh.  This morning we had baths.  We do not like baths. 

Our dad usually does the bathing but he didn't today, Mom did it. 

It started because Mom was in the hot tub with her hurting neck this morning.  Then the BIG thunder and lightning came!  I wanted to get in the tub to be near her because I am afraid of those boom booms.  So she let me.  Then I had to have the bath to get the chlorine out of my hair. 

Mom bathes us with flea soap (for fleas), blue soap (for whiteness - this makes no sense) and conditioner.  We have to get wet THREE WHOLE TIMES YUCK.  :P

Then Mom dries us with a towel and Dad dries us with the hair dryer. 

Billy, our bookkeeper person, comes in and says that we are the most spoiled dogs ever.  What's his point?

Dry now.  Taking a nap. 

Comments

[Molly]

I had a bath in the backyard the other day, just because I rolled in something that smelled VERY interesting! The shampoo was called "Honeysuckle Hound." I don't think it was blue. It smelled like flowers, but I like the other smell better.

[DogBlogger]

I get my baths in the shower. They tell me it's because with that sliding door shut, I cannot escape. (Doesn't stop me from trying.) And then when it's over, I'm self-drying. I roll and roll and roll and wiggle and waggle and ride my upside-down invisible bike and snort and shake it all off. The Typist lays down towels to try to keep me from doing all that on the carpet. It mostly works.

Hey, thanks for letting me hide in your flowerbed that one time.

Love,
The Boy

[Fluffy and Porsche]

We love baths!!! We are living in hot hot hot Singapore.