Bath Day

I'm leaving tomorrow for three days in Bellingham, and Blandon made me promise that I would wash Henry before I left. If you've never had or encountered a dog with skin allergies, you're not familiar with the odor they're capable of wearing and getting on everything. Plus, poor Henry was overdue.

And if you're going to get soaked and tired washing and towel-drying one wiggly, slipper dog who thinks it's all play time, you might as well wash two. Mabel was getting a little ripe, anyway.

One of the great things about having a rescue dog is learning what they already know. For example, we now know that Mabel knows the words "hungry," "treat," "walk," and "daddy." Today I learned that she also knows "bath." And she LOVES bath. She ran pug circles into the bathroom, up to the tub, peered in, and then tried to climb in. That was a lot of fun. Of course, she also loves to fling suds everywhere while she's in the tub...

Anyway, it was a workout and now Henry's all wrapped up like a cute little burrito in his fleece blankey, Mabel's clanging around licking an empty bowl in the kitchen, and I'm settling in for an evening of work catch-up before my usual day at the Knit Shop tomorrow followed by the late flight to Bellingham. So some things are right with the world.