Today we went to daycare at Doginhaus and through no fault of the the daycare people, Abby rolled in poo. Again. If you recall, she did this a couple of weeks ago, too. Frankly, I think she LIKES getting a bath. Seriously. Why else would she roll in poo so often? Anyhoo, the nice daycare people called Mom and warned her before she came and picked us up. Which, of course, meant that Mom was all prepared with the flashy beast... And Doginhaus has a nifty (or so says Mom... Me? Any place that combines dogs and baths can't be good...) self-wash place.
The self-wash room has a big doggie tub (and a floor shower kind thingy for some of you full-figured doggies who might not like walking up the ramp.... actually, Abby doesn't like to go up the ramp - she uses it as an escape route, so Mom opens the door and lifts Abby in and shuts the door before she can escape...).
Complete with special shampoo ("Conditioning shampoo for the mountain dog" - which I think translates into any doggie who rolls in mountain poo...).
And an apron for Mom, so she doesn't get totally soaked.
Before the water started spraying, Abby was all enthusiastic. Seriously. I think my nut-job sister actually LIKES baths. Or just doesn't remember what comes next.
Once the sprayer was on, and the shampoo was flowing, Abby got her 'sad puppy' face on. Like that would make Mom stop or something. As if!
Me? I was perfectly happy to sit in the corner and enjoy that fact that I was not the doofus who chose to roll in poo.
And then it took like a million towels to dry her off when she was all done. Notice how Abby is still trying to work the 'poor me' thing? Yeah. It didn't work.
And in no time at all, Abby had that 'new dog' smell about her again! Which means that it's time to go play bitey-face in the dirt! Heehee! You'll notice I was heading for the door before Mom got some crazy idea like giving me a bath, too!
In other excitement, Mom persuaded Dad to come to a doggie class last Saturday, so both Abby and I could get edjumacated together! Vienna sausages all around!
And we've been going on walkies, enjoying the fall colors and our tennis ball time!
It may be Fall, but for us it's spring-y time! Heehee.
And now it's time to go get that new dog smell off Abby! Heehee!
-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus