Betty we got in the sink... she used to be so passive about baths. Not any more. I still have stinging claw marks from this vicious beast:
Hyde had to go into the tub. Like, be forcibly lifted in. Not such an easy thing to do to an 80 pound, awkward, freaked-out greyhound. Once in, though, he submitted to his fate with a weary resignation only designed to make us feel really, really guilty.
I just can't believe you did this to me:
My dignity is totally destroyed:
And so was Deb's shirt (from Betty's nails):
Exhausted and thoroughly soaked, we sat back to enjoy our beers and our wet, miserably clean-smelling pets.And that was Bath Day at the May-Holloway household! I have lots to post about the end of the Fringe Festival, but I'll have to get to that at a later date....
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We gave Blackjack and Lola baths last night. She took her quite well. Blackjack hates water, he does NOT like to get his paws wet, and he needs to be picked up and put in the tub. Where he just stands and picks a single paw up at a time and shakes it off, and looks at you like you have killed his best friend.
Its truely pathetic
Haha, they're so dramatic! How is Lola settling in?
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