It was bath day here at the Kennel! We don’t really have a kennel, but Hubby is always telling people that since he married me, his life has gone to the dogs, and now he lives in a kennel!
Fritz was the first one in the shower with me. I’m not sure how this happens. He’s actually Hubby’s dog, but somehow I’m the *lucky* girl who gets to bathe this 75 pound hair factory.
Don’t get me wrong, I love White German Shepherds. They’re so pretty, but the hair, the shedding, Oh my, it is challenging, to say the least. In fact when I recently bought vacuum cleaner bags for my new vacuum, the salesman told me about these wonderful cloth hepa filter bags they made for the machine. Nope! Not for me. I need the cheap paper ones because I fill them up so fast!
I digress…
Fritz was very good in the shower and I actually got him soaped up and rinsed in record time. Once I got him to shake a few times in the shower stall, I passed him off to Hubby, who was waiting with three beach towels to dry him off.
Greta was next. She is so easy, that I simply get her wet, lather her up and then rinse. After a few “good girls” and a couple of shakes she too, is passed off to Hubby.
Now I am wet and naked and I have to run around the bedroom until I “catch” Shubi. Our ten year old pup is quite smart. She can smell a bath coming a mile away! In fact, when this dog sees me naked she runs under the bed to hide. It’s kind of hard on the ego, you know?
Anyway, I scooped up Shubi and brought her in. By this time, I was exhausted, so I sat down on the floor of the shower stall and soaped her up and rinsed her off, before passing her off to Hubby.
I was now faced with the inevitable. I had to take my own shower. I soaped up, rinsed off, cleaned the shower and then…no I didn’t pass myself off to Hubby for drying, I simply had to do it myself.