:: THE DOG DAYS OF WINTER ::
February 13, 2003
A sink, shampoo, lots of water and one very frightened puppy.
9:00 p.m.
Dusty had her first bath tonight. It was sort of a spontaneous thing - I figured she needed it and was somewhat calm. She got most of her dinner as 'treats' during the bath.
Oh, the looks she gave me! She was clearly unimpressed with this torture I was inflicting on her. The water was scary. The towel was scary. The hair dryer was REALLY scary.
After it was all over, I noticed that the whole apartment smelled like clean dog, which begs the question: what did it smell like before?
© 2002 Dusty and her Mom