bom bom (fwrrrsh) bom bommmm, captain, captain
I just spent ten minutes in the tub with a soaped-up Riley, rubbing her back and singing Beatles songs at her. As near as I can estimate, ten minutes of Beatles is the first half of 'I Am The Walrus,' and then all of 'With A Little Help From My Friends' and 'Yellow Submarine,' complete with whistling and onomatopoeia for the musical interludes. Oh, and I was naked. Because if I wash this dog with clothes on, I wind up with wet and soapy clothes.
I CAN EXPLAIN THIS, I SWEAR.
See.. she's got a Thing. On her neck. An icky oozy thing. We went to the vet today and learned it was a sort of skin infection, which requires medicated soap and antibiotics. Said medicated soap (which smells pleasantly candylike, sort of like liquorice) stated on the bottle that, For Best Effects, I was to cover Riley with a good lather, then spend ten minutes letting it soak into her skin. Massaging was optional but recommended.
So what do I do? Sit down on the side of the tub, assume each Beatles song is roughly 4 minutes long, and sing while I rub the dog.
I am either a very good dog owner or completely crazy. Although I'm thinking the former may require the latter.
I CAN EXPLAIN THIS, I SWEAR.
See.. she's got a Thing. On her neck. An icky oozy thing. We went to the vet today and learned it was a sort of skin infection, which requires medicated soap and antibiotics. Said medicated soap (which smells pleasantly candylike, sort of like liquorice) stated on the bottle that, For Best Effects, I was to cover Riley with a good lather, then spend ten minutes letting it soak into her skin. Massaging was optional but recommended.
So what do I do? Sit down on the side of the tub, assume each Beatles song is roughly 4 minutes long, and sing while I rub the dog.
I am either a very good dog owner or completely crazy. Although I'm thinking the former may require the latter.