At our home, dogs don't have baths. There really isn't much of a need to bath them. Oh sure, there was that time about four years ago that Bill was sprayed in the face by a skunk. He had a bath then and I think that was the last dog bath. Until this past weekend.
With the mild temperatures and rain we've had, the yard was a mixture of huge puddles and mud. For the most part, the dogs can be kept clean with a few swipes of an old towel when they come in. Azule has short legs and as a result, her belly was coated in mud. So, it was bath time.
This is as she stood in the tub, dripping.
As always, we can never do things alone. Yes, I could have closed the bathroom door, but where's the fun in that?
Forest had to check and see what was going on.
|Forest: "Azule what are you doing in the tub?"|
Breeze was wondering what all the fuss was about and was happy to lick up the water drops on the side of the tub.
|Azule: "I'm done, I want out."|
For some silly reason, Forest decided to act all tough.
|Forest: "Step away from the bathtub!"|
Of course, as Forest is looking ferocious, Breeze has no clue what he is doing. He will bare his teeth at her and lightly growl but Breeze is oblivious. Sometimes I think Forest is a bit frustrated by her lack of concern at his tough guy act. He just doesn't seem to understand that she can't see.
Azule was calm and relaxed during her bath which is what I expected since she has jumped into the tub before, just to check it out. Yes, this is a dog from the same pack that love to go to the vet and happily lay on the kitchen floor to have their nails trimmed. (Oh ya, I know how lucky I am)
After bath time, relaxing before dinner.
In the above picture, Breeze was, of course, "looking" for the kitty Elsie who will lay on the floor behind the gate, just out of Breeze's reach.
The weather has changed, yesterday it snowed and this morning there are light flurries. I don't anticipate any baths for a few days.