I woke up this morning, and although the skies were gray, the rain had finally stopped. I got up, fed Heidi, and then put her outside on her leash. Being a trusting mommy, I went back in to turn on the water for my coffee.
I was not inside for three minutes when I returned to find Heidi rolling in the wet grass. This was puzzling because Heidi detests wet grass. But there she was, wiggling happily in the grass.
I called to her, and when she was ready, she came running toward me. Oh yes. Apparently, a critter of some type had walked through the yard last night, leaving behind some very smelly scat!
If you guessed that Heidi decided to enjoy the fresh poop, you would be correct. Out came the shampoo and a nice thick towel. I placed said dog into the sink and began her bath. I noticed her anal glands needed attention, and when I expressed them, the fluid flew through the air and hit the nice clean towel! Ugh!
I finished her bath and then grabbed the nearby kitchen towels to at least pat her dry. I placed her on the floor and raced to the linen closet to get a fresh thick towel. I came back and finished drying her off.
Now she is not speaking to me after suffering the indignities of a bath in the sink!
