Bath Day
It is with some reluctance that Frasier takes a bath. After corralling him into the bathroom and lifting him into the tub I start to run the water. As it begins to pool about his feet Frasier politely lifts one, then another for a delicate shake and looks at me as if to say “You seem to have a bit of a water problem here.” After I’ve soaked him down and gotten out the shampoo he knows he’s in for it and won’t even look at me. He turns his head to the wall, “I can’t believe I let this happen again.” Wash. Rinse. Shake. As soon as I’ve toweled him down he flies out of the bathroom. He once tried to get out so fast I didn’t have the door all the way open yet and he got his head stuck. After the bath is done he comes racing back and wants to play *bullfight* which mainly consists of me holding a towel and him running into the towel and growling. And now I have a clean dog who might even get to lie on my bed (provided I can keep him out of the compost bin).
