Bath Time

And We're Back.
              And by We, I mean me.  I am the only canine writing this blog.

Don't believe me?

Guess you'll have to take my word for it!

So moving on, it wasn't soon after I arrived at mom & dad's house that I needed my first bath.  I'm pretty sure it was the very day I arrived.

I got to have a bath in the bathtub, since Zeus was getting his bath, too.  Although, I was small enough to take my bath in the sink if I'd wanted to.

You'll be able to tell from the few pictures we have of the occasion...It was very exciting.  There were suds everywhere.  If I wasn't too busy trying to drink all of the water in the tub (it kept filling back up!!), then I was trying to shake it all off (which just created even more water to drink)!  

I don't know how humans take showers...having water poured on me might be the #1 more terrifying experience of my life.  Don't believe me?  See for yourself.

Zeus patiently waited his turn.  I think if you look close enough, you can see what he's saying...."Sucker."

And here you will see the shaking I mentioned earlier.  Cooperative is my middle name.

All in all it wasn't too terrible.  Dad washed us with Johnson's Baby Shampoo.  I know what you're thinking, and mom and dad are not those new-age, hippy dippy humans that believe their dogs are their children.  I mean, they would never go too far with us...like start a blog in my name.

Anyway.  

The shampoo was great! It smells way better than any of that flea stuff, and mom likes that it keeps my skin nice and moisturized.  Besides, I get protection from fleas once a month.  It'd be like beating a dead cat (to which I'm not entirely opposed) to wash me with gross flea-shampoo, too!

I've had countless baths since that first day.  I can't exactly say I've grown any more accustomed or (what's that word..? oh yeah) cooperative.  But, the baths keep happening, none the less.