The arguments against the dog wash don't hold water. When the humans in my house shower, they have to make sure the shower cubicle door is firmly closed or they might find a dog at their feet. Yesterday, when the airconditioning man was hosing the filters, he had a puppy trying to cool down in the stream of water. Go to the beach and they are both in the water quick as a flash. But the mere suggestion of a bath and either one would be on to the RSPCA animal cruelty line if paws could dial. Today was Lady Winkle's first experience of the Saturday morning hydrobath routine. She did not take to it like a duck to water. Just the opposite. The lovely ladies who wash dogs on a Saturday thought it might make her more comfortable to share the bath with the more experienced Rumple. She could sit and watch and get used to it with just a few splashes at first. I think all she learned from the master was that baths suck. Seriously, there is a fine line between pleasure and pain. But despite all the whinging, both dogs survived the "ordeal" and emerged looking and smelling great. Sorry Winkle, if you want to live like a pampered pooch you gotta put up with the beauty routine. It's a small price to pay for perfection. That's something Rumple can teach you.
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