Bath Day

For as long as I have had her, I have prided myself on the fact that my dog doesn't smell like a dog. Truthfully, I used to wash her with Herbal Essences so she smelled like flowers. And her fur was silky soft :). 

But Sugar spent about the last 3 1/2 weeks before my wedding at gramma and granddaddy's house, then we moved, and lack of an adequately sized wrench kept us from giving her a bath (to attach our dog washing hose to the shower head. A cup and water just doesn't work on Sugar. She is too big. She fights back too much. Just No. We need the hose). So we finnally got around to borrowing my Dad's wrench over the weekend and attached our hose to the shower head. Seriously. If you have a big dog, get one. It will change your life. 

But in the mean time Sugar has been getting more and more stinky. And she has picked up a neat little habbit - sprawling across Mommy and Daddy's bed when we aren't around. Nice. GROSS! Granddaddy invites Sugar to come and cuddle with him on their bed all the time, so she thinks its free game anywhere. Wrong little white and tan pup. WRONG. The other morning after I left for work, she actually jumped into the bed with David as if to say, "thank goodness she's gone." 

She had forgotten what being called into the bathroom means (I know. So wrong/gross that it has been so long since we've bathed her). But she quickly remembered as we closed the door behind her and she starred with doom into the shower and saw that dang hose. It took a small amount of wrestling, but we got her in the shower and closed the door behind her (note: LOVE glass shower doors when bathing a 70 lb dog who doesn't like to be wet). 

I am not saying that jumping into our bed is okay now that she doesn't smell anymore. But it wont make me cringe like it did when she smelled like....well I won't say - but its not nice.