Evil Pets
As cute as she is, my best friend makes me crazy sometimes.
Only yesterday, I brought her to be bathed and clipped and groomed. (Above is a 'before' photo.)
Rather than get her paws and belly all sandy and salty by walking her on the roads, we took her skiing in the field behind the house.
As you can see, we have a decent base for skiing.
Does the dog stay clean? NO. She's home less than an hour, and on the second pass around the field, she's found sh!t to roll in and perfume herself with. So she got another bath, same day.
The woman's coming home late tonight, so I took the dog out this afternoon (skiing in a t-shirt, I love it). I could have sworn she stayed with me the whole time, but, NOPE, she must have sprinted off and found her special place again. ANOTHER BATH. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
She may be cute, I may love her completely, but she makes me CRAZY!
I'm tempted to make her a Poop-suit, something humiliating to be seen in, that's easy to hose off.