Bath Day, 2009
Few thrills surpass the washing of an 85-pound dog. Smidgen was unusually cooperative this past Saturday, leaving our tub area reasonably unscathed:
Post traumatic bath debris
It took us just as long to clean up afterwards as all the brushing, combing, lathering, rinsing, toweling, conditioning, combing, blow-drying, and combing yet again, put together.
Evidence of prior bath trauma, now skillfully concealed.
And now she should be good until next spring’s melt.
You have a red bathroom? ;)
It’s actually more tan/brown, what with the one wall made of cedar, and about five other types of wood in there. For some reason, it comes out pinkish whenever photographed. I suspect the camera and/or the special “daylight” vanity lightbulbs.