Thursday, May 26, 2005

Washing the Dog

.....How do they know? I'm careful. Oh so careful! I don't get out the shampoo. I don't even so much as glance at the towel. Honestly, all I do is think about it, and that dog knows.

She looks at me and her ears go down--down in that hangdog way that lurks somewhere between guilty and painfully obedient. Then she bolts. She takes off toward the bedroom. Her hiding place is there...under the bed.

I run faster and slide in on one knee just in time to close the baby gate. Yes, that's right. We have a baby gate on the bedroom doorway for moments like this when we have to stop the dog from hiding under the bed. I sigh in relief before picking her up in my arms and plopping her in the bathroom. I won this time, but what about the next bath day?

1 comment:

  1. You should have a Miniature Schauzer...our little Rag-a-Muffin (who we called just Muffin) loved her baths. They were exciting play-times for both her and me. Funny times were when she would jump in the bathtub with either me or my husband at OUR bath-times! We had her for 16 years, six month, two days; her last four months she spent joyfully playing with our 5 kittens - she loved them so, and I think she thought of 'em as here kids!
    You're confirming what I've often thought: our pets are smarter that are we! LOL