I gave Jet a bath a few days ago. basement bathroom. ran the water to heat it up. put five towels on sink. dog shampoo on the shelf. down we go like we’re heading to the car in the garage. but then, a quick right turn before his brain catches up.
once in the shower stall, the jig was up. he cowered in corner. you would think he was locked in a CIA black site—unreachable by ACLU. Red Cross. Oh, the torture. a shower soak. then suds. a scrub. a rinse. the pained looked. unbearable.
when done, the towels came out. that tail that was firmly between his legs sprung up and started wagging. By the 5th towel, and a few vigorous shakes, he was happy again.
In the backyard, he rolled around. ran around. and then looked at me with an expression that said, “Isn't life grand."
once in the shower stall, the jig was up. he cowered in corner. you would think he was locked in a CIA black site—unreachable by ACLU. Red Cross. Oh, the torture. a shower soak. then suds. a scrub. a rinse. the pained looked. unbearable.
when done, the towels came out. that tail that was firmly between his legs sprung up and started wagging. By the 5th towel, and a few vigorous shakes, he was happy again.
In the backyard, he rolled around. ran around. and then looked at me with an expression that said, “Isn't life grand."
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