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aithneToday was Bath Day for the puppies, both of whom were smelling quite doglike. We have pretty much an ideal setup for washing dogs--a glassed-in shower with a handheld showerhead. So I rounded up the puppies and got them into the shower (a trick in itself) and then washed both myself and them.
Washing dogs is a lot different than washing cats. (I know, duh.) The dogs...just kind of stand there. And let you wash them. They look miserable, but they seem to be convinced that the best way to make the washing stop quickly is to submit to being scrubbed. Then it was time for Drying-Off Antics and breakfast for them and me. Boone does acrobatics wile he's wet, in attempts to dry off. It's amusing to watch.
The difference in them last night, after they had been out of their crates all afternoon, was astounding. They actually both settled down with me to watch a little TV after my brain had become too fuzzy for any more writing. Pip curled up in my lap and Boone kept my feet warm.
Other sweet moment: yesterday morning, Pip made a successful bid for snuggling between the first and second going-outs of the morning. (She sat down and made lttle pointing motions with her nose at me, a pretty obvious "pick me up lady!". Then when I pucked her up, she tucked herself into the crook of my neck, and I kid you not, sighed happily. *melt*) Juniper was downstairs eating instead of on the bed and I happened to be in my pajamas, so I dropped Boone off in the bedroom crate and settled back into bed with Pip.
She tucked her front paws and her nose into my armpit and went to sleep.
Awwwww.
I'm not a boy, but she still likes me sometimes.
The dogs are clean and not getting to play outside today because of it. Pip is currently crashed out in her crate after ringing the Magic Bell twice not because she had to pee but because she just wanted to run around outside, and Boone's being a watchdog on the couch. And it's time for me to write.
Washing dogs is a lot different than washing cats. (I know, duh.) The dogs...just kind of stand there. And let you wash them. They look miserable, but they seem to be convinced that the best way to make the washing stop quickly is to submit to being scrubbed. Then it was time for Drying-Off Antics and breakfast for them and me. Boone does acrobatics wile he's wet, in attempts to dry off. It's amusing to watch.
The difference in them last night, after they had been out of their crates all afternoon, was astounding. They actually both settled down with me to watch a little TV after my brain had become too fuzzy for any more writing. Pip curled up in my lap and Boone kept my feet warm.
Other sweet moment: yesterday morning, Pip made a successful bid for snuggling between the first and second going-outs of the morning. (She sat down and made lttle pointing motions with her nose at me, a pretty obvious "pick me up lady!". Then when I pucked her up, she tucked herself into the crook of my neck, and I kid you not, sighed happily. *melt*) Juniper was downstairs eating instead of on the bed and I happened to be in my pajamas, so I dropped Boone off in the bedroom crate and settled back into bed with Pip.
She tucked her front paws and her nose into my armpit and went to sleep.
Awwwww.
I'm not a boy, but she still likes me sometimes.
The dogs are clean and not getting to play outside today because of it. Pip is currently crashed out in her crate after ringing the Magic Bell twice not because she had to pee but because she just wanted to run around outside, and Boone's being a watchdog on the couch. And it's time for me to write.
