yeah...
how can such a cute dog be a holy terror?
wet dog from hose.
mud.
dead bird hidden in grass.
MUD! DEAD BIRD! MORE MUD! GRASS.
ROLL ROLL ROLL IN THE BIRD! MUD! ROLL! GRASS! ROLL! (repeat as necessary)
share with mommy.
into the bath he went. i once again, carried him through the house, not touching him to body, walls or hell even breathing in as i carried him. the water ran black for two minutes and then again when i scrubbed his feet with shampoo.
he hates baths. he hates being clean. but oh he loves water. and TOWEL! TOWEL! TOWEL!
after drying for a bit, he got brushed out. brushing is okay, he decided. but then... MORE TOWEL! and then dinner.
good day for him. bad day for my nose.