Bath time is not a favourite activity in our house. As much as Kaylee loves to swim, she doesn’t actually like being wet very much… and Guinness … well…
But if you wanna swim in the harbour, you’ve got to be prepared for the consequences.
The inlaws have a chain-link, fenced in kennel off their deck which provides the perfect “there is no escape!” containment area, so we headed over for a little one-on-one time with the hose.
Kaylee was the first to figure out what the deal was (probably because she gets bathed more often, on account of the lovely “eau de wet chien” that comes from being the swimmer of the family).
Kaylee approaches bath time with a practical attitude.
It’s what you might call “stoic, but resigned.”
She starts to warm up marginally around the scrub-down part, because it’s a bit like getting many pets with squishy hands.
Then we have the rinse down, and the three stage drying method.
1. The Shake Off
2. The Towel Off
3. And the Grass Off.
Guinness, in contrast to Kaylee, does not regard bath time with any sort of stoic resolve.
First there’s the “plead for leniency” stage.
Followed by the “vague threats” stage.
This is where things usually start to go badly.
You can see what a seamless process this is.
Somehow, I now feel as though I would be an expert at that carnival game where you have to hit the moving targets with a water pistol.
Eventually, though, all good things must come to an end.
Guinness is what my husband calls the “Swiss Army Knife of dogs” so he’s usually dry in 60 seconds. Kaylee, however…
So the dogs aren’t too thrilled with me… but hey, at least they’re clean, right?