Bubbly diversion
So day three of staying at home sick.
I probably have a low-grade fever, but I don't have a thermometer to check. Graham said I was warm. The coughing is a new feature that I don't really appreciate as it wakes me up and makes me feel like I may never breathe again. Stupid cold.
In an effort to feel better, I drew a bubble bath about a half hour ago. I figured warm water, silky skin, relaxation may help. Celosa decided that she would help too.
Most of the other pulik I've ever had the pleasure of knowing were anti-bath. Relampago had trouble even walking into the bathroom if someone else was in there. Crianza flees to other parts of the house as soon as water is turned on. Zapata gets violent. But not Celosa. She likes the bathtub. When we take showers, she puts her front paws on the edge of the tub and nuzzles the shower curtain out of the way and sticks her head into the shower, licking the air in the hopes of catching some water. She's usually sopping wet by the end of the shower.
Once I settled into my bath, Celosa came over to see what was going on. She hopped up to look into the tub and was utterly fascinated by the bubbles. I figured "what the hell" when she started licking the bubbles, thinking that she'd end up spitting them out when she tasted them. But no, she liked the bubbles, and soon, my nearly seven month old puppy's face was just covered in soapy foam. When she started drinking the bathwater, I put a stop to things, and sent her to show her face to her dad.
She returned, though, and next decided to get in the bathtub with me. Somehow or another she hopped up on the edge of the tub, sitting quite precariously, and then she started making a move for my submerged lap. I think that she got her front paws a little wetter than anticipated and decided to abort the effort before she truly was in the tub. But still.
I don't know if the bath helped, but Celosa vastly improved my mood.
I probably have a low-grade fever, but I don't have a thermometer to check. Graham said I was warm. The coughing is a new feature that I don't really appreciate as it wakes me up and makes me feel like I may never breathe again. Stupid cold.
In an effort to feel better, I drew a bubble bath about a half hour ago. I figured warm water, silky skin, relaxation may help. Celosa decided that she would help too.
Most of the other pulik I've ever had the pleasure of knowing were anti-bath. Relampago had trouble even walking into the bathroom if someone else was in there. Crianza flees to other parts of the house as soon as water is turned on. Zapata gets violent. But not Celosa. She likes the bathtub. When we take showers, she puts her front paws on the edge of the tub and nuzzles the shower curtain out of the way and sticks her head into the shower, licking the air in the hopes of catching some water. She's usually sopping wet by the end of the shower.
Once I settled into my bath, Celosa came over to see what was going on. She hopped up to look into the tub and was utterly fascinated by the bubbles. I figured "what the hell" when she started licking the bubbles, thinking that she'd end up spitting them out when she tasted them. But no, she liked the bubbles, and soon, my nearly seven month old puppy's face was just covered in soapy foam. When she started drinking the bathwater, I put a stop to things, and sent her to show her face to her dad.
She returned, though, and next decided to get in the bathtub with me. Somehow or another she hopped up on the edge of the tub, sitting quite precariously, and then she started making a move for my submerged lap. I think that she got her front paws a little wetter than anticipated and decided to abort the effort before she truly was in the tub. But still.
I don't know if the bath helped, but Celosa vastly improved my mood.