So You Want to Hear About Me Bathing the Dog?

Michael (the Master) Bathing Hachi (the mutt)

Oh What a Tale to Tell You!

It’s been quite a day for Karen. She is such a trooper and how I thank the Lord for her. Bravely with strong resolve she went to the beautician to work with her as she loses her hair. Together they selected a beautiful wig for Karen to wear when she wants to. Honestly, no one would know it is a hair piece to see it. She also has fancy hats to wear on days that she doesn’t want the wig. I was so proud of her.

On the way home we talked once again about my desire to bath our dog. He doesn’t need a grooming yet, but he surely smells like he needs a bath. So in the last few weeks I have tackled a few projects that I hadn’t tried to do before. Why not try bathing the dog? With my back condition, I have not been able to get into the position to try this little procedure. But my back has been better, so I was ready!

You know it might not turn out very well when you wife looks at you and longingly says, “This isn’t going to turn out so well.”

After chasing the dog down, grabbing him, letting go to turn the water on, calling the dog again, getting him back in my control, checking the water again, losing the dog again, Karen catching the dog and picking him up to put in the bathtub. The dog is now twirling around with determination in his little heart that he is either going to escape or at least he was going to make life miserable for Michael.

Suddenly just as Hachi made his escape, a block from Karen and a secure hold by Michael it was time to get him wet. All is suddenly going pretty well. WOW! This isn’t so bad. I now get him shampooed and this is going very well. I am so proud of myself. Why hadn’t I tried this before now? Scrubbed the little guy down to make sure that he is good and clean and even that is going right. Then let’s start rinsing. Why did Karen have any doubts? This is easy. Anyone could do this. Let’s rinse some more.

And then it happened. It really happened. That dog! Why did I ever attempt this! That miserable little dog! No one warned me of this. There was no warning on the shampoo. No warning on the tub. That blame dog looked me straight in the eye and with all the energy of ten massive locomotives, shook himself with such force that I believe it was the same as being hit with three Niagara Falls amount of water. I thought I would drown. Blinded by the splashing water I fought through it and with all the graciousness of a Spirit filled man I quietly patted the little canine and gently said, “Now little puppy, why would you do this to me. Can’t you see I am trying to help you?” At least that’s what I think I said.

It was nice to hear Karen laughing.

The dog smells better.

I have finally dried off.

The dog is sound asleep.

I have a feeling that you are laughing as much as Karen did.

By the way, apart from being tired, she is feeling well tonight. That’s all that matters.