October 21, 2011

    Today I had to give my elderly dog, Hannah, a bath. She has some medication that's good for her skin and after I apply it I leave in on awhile before washing it off. I told her to stay in the tub and went to get my coffee from the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her scooting along into the living room, trailing blue-green suds and medicated soap, trying to act casual... Told to go get back in the tub, she plopped down on a towel waiting for her (future cleaner self) in front of the window. Two of us picked the towel up like a hammock and returned her to the tub, to her great disgust. She has gotten pretty hard headed in her old age! She claims the privileges of age, I guess...
    At any rate, I had learned my lesson! I had someone bring me my sketch book and drew this poor little soggy dog, standing with her tail tucked under and her bottom socked up against the tile wall so her head could hang out (making it less likely to be rinsed, is the theory I suppose). She always looks so much thinner and sorrier (or maybe sulkier) when she's wet!