The Little Blind Dog
I haven’t talked about the dogs at all lately. They are getting old. It’s really hard. Picasso has a birthday on Friday. He will be 13 years old.
Yesterday I decided to give him a grooming and b-a-t-h. He is always cold so the first step on grooming day is to turn the heat up. He’s the only one I turn the heat up for.
After a quick and blood-free trimming with both scissors and the clippers, I popped him in the kitchen sink. Yes, he acts like we are the meanest people in the world when we add water.
After a quick wash with baby shampoo I wrapped him in a fluffy warm towel. Believe it or not he’s not as evil as he looks. He was quite relaxed and very happy to get away from the water. I carried him around and kept him warm while his fur dried. He was waiting for the final step though. He loves the final step more than anything else.
I wish I could give mine a sink bath. I have to drag their 30-40 lb selves into my shower. I think I am going to have Hubster install one of those hand held shower thingies. He hates them, but then, he isn’t trying to lift wet dog to rinse them off!
Just like a baby…have a bath and then go to sleep! Sweet.
I love that little dogs get all snuggly post-bath.
This was definitely bath day all around. Pearl sends her condolences and says, “I feel your pain, buddy.”