Washed Up

Remy got a bath tonight. This is a large accomplishment in and of itself, but even more so because I went out and bought an adapter thingamajig for my shower to have a kitchen-like sprayer in there for the washing. We washed off so much hair, we clogged up my tub drain. Luckily, I already had a plunger. I hope that it doesn't mess with my main sewer line... 'cause that sucked... but she needed a bath. Plus, she's going to have a sleep over this weekend, so I thought it'd be nice to get rid of some of the hair she might shed at someone else's house before it could happen.

So, here she is, all wet and washed up.



She wasn't really all that happy about it. My bathroom is much smaller than my guest bath used to be in the apartment - and since I moved here, she's never actually been all the way inside of the bathroom. I had to bribe her with milkbones to get her in there and close the door. No matter how much I coaxed and called, she would not get in the tub. So I picked her up and put her in there. She wasn't really happy about the whole ordeal. Did I mention that yet?

But, with a bath comes run-around-like-an-insane-dog time, and we had plenty of that, too. I don't know why dogs do this, but it's always crazy fun. So, maybe she forgives me for bathtime... or maybe she actually liked it. Who's to know?

And then came the requisite I'm-all-wet-and-on-your-couch-don't-
you-wish-you-hadn't-done-this-to-me-now time. She kept licking herself like a cat, trying to get the water off. I calmly told her that her tongue was wet, too, but she wasn't listening to me.


I think that about sums up her feelings on bathtime.

She's cute when she's all wet... and angry.


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