THE BATHTUB...

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February 13th 2010 5:35 pm
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Well mom finally did it...it took almost 5 months and I'll admit it, much patience on her part. She finally got me in THE BATHTUB for a bath! She had been very creative up till now with doggie wipes, wet washclothes, once a tiny hose down & shampoo outside in a kiddie pool and in the warmer weather swimming in the lake. But for the last few months, it's been too cold for a swim. But no way, no how was she getting me in the BATHTUB. She seemed to instinctively know this, although it could have been all the little hints I gave her...I was afraid of EVERYTHING. Thankfully she's taken it slow.

I guess I asked for it. I had too much fun with my doggie pals Lemon and Squeekie. I'm black and white but when I was done...I was full on brown. Personally I didn't mind, a nice change of pace. But apparently mom wasn't a fan. All I know is she said "today's the day bubba" and she started getting all kinds of stuff together. Then there I was...in the bathroom with the door closed. That in itself was no big feat because mom knows I'll follow her ANYWHERE. Then I noticed the all important treats! They were lined up on the side of the BATHTUB. Well I'm not going to let those go uneaten. When they were gone, she lined up more. I liked this game...I managed to push a bunch into the BATHTUB though. No biggie, mumzie just picked them up out of the water and gave them to me. Listen I could have gone on that way all day. But then she stepped it up a notch. The treats got put on the opposite side of the BATHTUB. Well I can't reach them all the way over there! She told me she had a fabulous idea...she would you know, just place me in THE BATHTUB where I could reach them better. This seemed a reasonable solution to me.

Suddenly, there I was, IN THE BATHTUB. With water in it! I mean, that's scary stuff! Water! IN THE BATHTUB! How is a big tough Pit Bull like me supposed to deal with the full on dangers of water? There were THREE whole INCHES in there! I could have seriously injured myself...oh wait, there was a towel on the bottom so it was nice and soft with no chance of slippies.

Yes, she tricked me and I was clearly miffed...but she just kept shoving treats in my mouth. That made it a tad easier on me. But then there was a cup. That cup had water in it. And that water was poured on me. Yup, can you believe it? So there I am, given all these treats, being handled gently and talked to lovingly. Wasn't she being mean and horrible? Can't you see where I'm coming from? Wait, I'm sensing you aren't backing me up here.

Finally after suds and more water from the dreaded cup it all stopped. Mom made me look at the water going down the drain...um, it was brown (she seemed to think it was pretty gross). She had managed up till now to keep me from bolting out of THE BATHTUB... and not a moment too soon I was lifted up and out.

Then I got all dried off with a fluffy towel, which I was all for. It's just like getting love but with cotton goodness. Unfortuately that ended and I had to endure the HAIRDRYER.

Listen, I will admit: my skin felt good, my fur smelled nice and was fluffy. But the best was that I got TONS of love afterwards. So I guess when she makes me do it again I'll deal with it.