Post Traumatic Bath Syndrome
Tonight I finally clipped Chuska's claws, cut out the newest pine gum, brushed her coat, and gave her a bath. I'm impressed that we both lived through it. I hope she forgives me. She really fought - like I was hurting her (even though I know I wasn't). I felt like such a horrible person. So now Chuska is newly clean and newly traumatized. Yay? The bath probably would have been much easier with a second person. I'm worried she didn't get rinsed well enough. It had to be done, but it was hard to do. I wonder what went on with her before she came to me? She's still so nervous. I love coming home to her after work. She climbs up next to me on the couch and cuddles just as close as she can. She naps with me. Sometimes during naps I put a sock or shirt or something over my eyes to block out the light. This seems to make Chuska worry. She pushes her nose under to make sure I'm OK. I never thought I'd let a dog share my bed, but Chuska gets too. Hmmm. . . Let's just hope we can just put that traumatic grooming session behind us.
I'm so glad tomorrow is Friday. . .
I'm so glad tomorrow is Friday. . .