Dog laundering operation

You may think that a professional groomer, and I do emphasize professional, would take pains to keep her own dogs in top-notch, lemon-fresh, sparking clean condition. 

Well, you would be wrong. 


My dogs spend so much time scrapping around in the wilderness area that is our backyard that keeping them clean is a lost cause. 


It generally doesn't even occur to me that there is a way to have them smell other than like muddy fritos. 


And when it does, the idea of a bath hits me like an epiphany. I realize that a dog bath, with all its connotations of sudsy hedonism, is not just something the "other half" gets to enjoy while I, the grunt laborer, toils away to bring them this indulgence.


Oh, no! I have the skills, the products, and yes even the will to stick my own scrappy pit mix rescues in the tub and launder them like they were labradoodles. 

So the other night, in preparation for our TTouch session with Pam, which I contemplated with horror when I imagined Pam's hands after an hour of doing circles on Sandy's scrappy self, we did just that with our little rescue frito. 







Into the tub with Sandy, and a bit of Organically Correct Enriched Protein Shampoo for Dogs later we had ourselves a sudsy little squirt getting nice and squeaky clean. 

 Sandy was pretty good in the tub; she didn't seem to mind getting lathered up. 

She did want to get out of there a bit before she was done, but more in the way of a curious puppy wanting to move on than in the way of a tragic figure who has been forever scarred by the traumatic experience of being bathed, like many of my clients. 

After a while she even started realizing how much fun a bath can be, and playing in the water like a goofy little puppy. 

Hey, this sudsy almond-smelling wet stuff is really almost exactly the same as the muddy, dank-smelling wet stuff in the backyard!

The reward for our labors is a sweet-smelling, cuddly little pup who is, if possible, even more kissable than before.