Time for another Five on Friday update. It seems like this week just flew by!
Let’s talk about bathing dogs.
Katie-dog is generally 90% angel, 10% imp….for me. For Dave, it’s a different story. Maybe 50% angel, 50% imp? I swear she does things just to irk him. She throws bones into his electronics, chews bones on top of his electrical cords, tries to destroy his copies of the Harvard Business Review (thankfully the cover is very durable), gets underfoot whenever possible, and screeches when he tries to cuddle with her. The exception to all this is bath time.
When I brought Katie-dog home for the very first time from the Indianapolis Humane Society, she was in desperate need of a bath. Ok, she was in desperate need of a bath and a haircut, but I needed to get her shots up to date with the vet before I could take her to a groomer. So the first thing I did with her when I brought her home was throw her into the bath tub. It didn’t go very well. She kept trying to escape, which resulted in me getting very wet. She finally did escape, and rolled herself dry on the couch. I haven’t had very much success bathing her ever since.
When I met Dave, he kept making comments about how she needed a bath and that I must be exaggerating about how horrible she was in the bath tub. Despite the fact that she’s generally much more impish for him than for me, she turned out to be a little angel for him in the tub. She doesn’t even try to escape. I don’t get it. So – Dave became the official dog bather. Unfortunately he doesn’t particularly like this role.
I should probably mention that Katie-dog has a condition called atopic dermatitis. She gets really itchy, then she licks. The licking can lead to bacterial infections, which then require a trim to the vet and giving her antibiotics several times a day for a couple of weeks. To try and prevent all that hassle (and make sure she’s comfortable) we have to give her medication, and a while ago our vet suggested that we bathe her with medicated shampoo every two weeks or so. Groan.
Lately Dave’s been trying to hand the dog bathing ole back to me. Sigh. Don’t get me wrong, she’s my dog, I love her, and I enjoy taking care of her….except in the bath. He had been bugging me to give her a bath all week, so yesterday afternoon I grabbed her out of a peaceful slumber and threw her into the tub. It was a general disaster. We have to let the shampoo sit for about 5 minutes, then rinse it off, condition her up, let that sit, then rinse her off again. I tried to take some pictures of her to put in Instagram while we were letting the shampoo sit. She had no desire to sit still because she kept looking for an escape route…
Everything changed when Dave got home. He came into the bathroom while I was conditioning her, and she sat still like a little angel. That’s when I was able to get this gem of a picture….