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Bailey's version of a spa treatment
Every and now and then I feel this inexplicable need to give all three dogs a bath. Perhaps it is my need to have a house that does not smell like a zoo, perhaps it is simply the desire for a bed that is not covered with all sorts of things which I would rather not find myself sleeping with. Perhaps it is that doggy perfume that all three wear...a cross between lake water, the deer poop and goose poop that they have rolled in combined with the delightful fragrance of the skunk which Jack had a close encounter of the wrong kind with 3 weeks ago (an aside to that don't ever let anyone tell you that the smell will go away quickly if you bathe your dog in skunk shampoo...it doesn't. It lingers.). Whatever the case today was the day where I intended to bathe all 3 dogs.
My dogs don't generally hate being bathed. DH created a wonderful doggy shower in the 2nd bathroom in the lower level of our lake home for our dog's convenience and comfort. This shower is actually nicer than the shower in the apartment that I shared with a roommate in college so do not feel sorry for these dogs that their grooming facility is in the basement. It is, however, as I mentioned, in the basement and Bailey does not like walking down the basement stairs. I have no idea why. He doesn't mind going up them and he is happy to climb stairs in any other location. Brutally and repeatedly, in fact. Just not our basement stairs. To solve this problem when he needs to go down to the basement (be it to watch a movie with me on the TV in the family room down there or to have a bath) I take him our the front door of the house, around to the back door and into the walk-out lower level that way. That is exactly what I did this morning. Because it was warm downstairs I left the door open with the storm door closed so that fresh air could come in through the screen.
I began Bailey's bath. While Bailey is not an eager participant with regards to bath time he is well behaved for the most part. He generally attempts to sit down while I am attempting to lather him up but for the most part he is cooperative so when my phone rang I took a moment to answer it. Since I was expecting a call from the guy who delivers our propane I thought it was important to answer the call.
Upon answering the call I discovered that instead of my delivery guy on the other end of the line it was someone telling me that I had just qualified for a "Free home medical device monitoring" (you remember those, "Help I've fallen and I can't get up!" commercials from the 1990's --they're back!). Lucky me...just what I needed as I knelt on the floor of the basement bathroom bathing my dog. About the time I hung up Bailey apparently decided that the bath was taking WAY too long. He shot out of the shower like a bullet, exited the bathroom and made a quick run through the family room, leaping over the couches and tables and, in the process, leaving puddles of suds in his wake, before barreling out the door and into the yard. All the while covered in a nice thick layer of dog shampoo.
Before I could stop his speed racer routine he had run out onto the dock and flung himself into the lake. That would be the same lake where the smell which had, in part, made the bath necessary to begin with came from.
After a quick swim around the dock and a (failed) attempt to conduct a sneak attack on the loons sitting about 25 feet out from the dock Bailey decided he was clean enough and it was time to come in. In his mind he was done. He had rid himself of all of the shampoo. He stood on the beach and briskly shook himself off.
Of course Bailey is a VERY considerate dog. In his mind, since he had saved me the trouble of finishing his bath and rinsing the shampoo off of him, he also felt compelled to dry himself off to save me the trouble of having to do this as well. Before I could stop him he threw himself down on the sand and began to roll. I don't mean just a brief roll. No this was a roll to beat all rolls. He rolled clear across the sandy beach area....all 50 feet. An expression of pure ecstasy written on his face. I don't know if the reason was the delightful feeling of the sand working it's way into his fur or perhaps it was the olfactory delight created by the combined smells of goose poop, deer poop, dead fish and rotting vegetation which sent him into a scent coma. Whatever the case was he resisted my attempts to stop his rolling until he felt he had finished. Once done he again stood up, shook himself off and looked at me with the most self satisfied expression I have ever seen on his face. He seemed to truly believe he had done me a favor. Such a nice thing to help me out with the rinse and dry cycle of his bath.
He trotted to the house, tail wagging and waited patiently for me to open the door. Once in the house he promptly ran to the bedroom and threw himself upon my bed for what he anticipated would be a nice long nap after his bath.... I didn't have the heart to tell him that there was another bath in his very near future....
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]"In rescuing animals I lost my mind....but found my soul"