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A Little Bit of EverythingFor those of you who read my "Nature Stories from Our Home" blog, I've decided to try to keep to nature stories on that blog and write about the "other stuff" in this one. I realized that most of my entries in that blog were something other than nature stories. So....not wanting to mislead anyone, I started this blog.
I washed the dog yesterday. I wouldn't bother to except that she's an indoor dog and after awhile, indoor dogs start to smell. Not that she's a gross or dirty dog per se. She keeps herself really clean. She always licks her little white paws clean after I let her out in the morning. She always has the whitest paws. She may be part cat--I don't know. She IS very fastidious about keeping herself clean. Of course, it may go back to puppyhood when she had a freaky experience in the bathtub. She is terrified of baths. She won't even go near the bathroom or kitchen. So maybe she thinks if she keeps herself clean, she won't have to get a bath. Hmm.
I call her and she runs to the door. I think she has a sneaky suspicion that something like a bath is about to happen. Or maybe she is in denial and really thinks I am going to take her on a walk. Anyway, I drag her (claws digging into the carpet) into the bathroom (good thing she's smaller than I am) and lift/shove/push her into the tub. Meanwhile she's rolling her eyeballs at me in terror and quivering all over. I mean, come on! It's only a bath!
I tell her what a good dog she is. She's looking at me like, "Right! You always say that when you torture me like this." I suds her up really good. So good that I'm wondering if I can get all this shampoo out of her before bedtime. Then I rinse her off. Her tail is drooping. I can't even get it from between her legs to get the soap out. She's proud of her tail, I think.
"Come on!" I say, "It's almost over!"
"Yeah, right!" she's thinking. "That's what you always say, and then you go and put that smelly conditioner on me and start all over again."
The bottle of conditioner is just a little out of my reach. I'm wondering if I should let go of her for just a few seconds. I look her in the eye. I change my mind. I shove her closer to the bottle and grab it, still holding on to her.
Squirt! The conditioner is all over her now.
"Just a little bit longer", I say.
She looks at me with mournful eyes. "Why? Why do you do this to me?" she questions.
I rinse the conditioner off and squeeze the excess water out. The drain is now clogged with dog hair and the water no longer runs down the drain.
She's not even looking at me anymore. "Is it over yet?" she wonders.
Holding one hand on her, I get the towel ready before she shakes dog hair, water, leftover conditioner and suds all over me and the bathroom.On cue, she jumps out of the bathtub (all on her own) and lands on the towel. I rub and she starts shaking all the water out of her ears.
"You're such a good dog," I say.
She's suddenly agreeing with me as she runs out of the bathroom and rubs herself all over the living room floor. She's like a puppy now, full of energy and ready to play.
Now when she comes to me and puts her nose into my hand, I pet her because she feels so wonderfully soft and clean. I let her outside. She comes back in and licks her paws clean.
"See?" she says. "I can keep myself clean. There's no need for baths. I'm a good dog." She puts her head into my lap.
"I know." I say and pat her wonderfully soft, velvety head.
8:38 AM - Jan. 20, 2006 - post comment
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