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. 

Sneaky Sugar

This is how I found Sugar this morning when I walked in from the kitchen. This is her, "I know I'm not supposed to be on the couch, but Mom and Dad won't notice" stance.

Look at her. She thinks she is so slick. 

Do you remember those forts you used to make when you were a kid?

You know, the ones in the living room that you made our of sheets and towels and chairs? I used to love making those forts and then just sitting in them for hours playing anything. A babysitter was instantly cool if she suggested that we make a fort. 

ANYWAY. On our trip down to Fort Lauderdale last week, we made a fort for Sugar. The past handful of times we have taken a road trip with little Sug she has been beside herself. Panting, sitting as close as she can to the front seats, occasionally launching herself over the top of the front seat into the lap of whomever is sitting on the passenger side (mind you - she is 70 lbs!!). We've been thinking that maybe it is because she sees the giant trucks behind us and gets scared (??). Whatever the reason may be, the problem was solved with her fort.....and she looked pretty cute in it too. 

Ps. Little update. We almost signed a lease for a teeny tiny apartment in downtown Fort Lauderdale, but decided that it wasn't where we are supposed to live at the last minute. Still trusting that God will provide a place for us at the perfect time :)

Happy Monday!!

Bliss

Oh to experience the JOY of being a dog...

"Come on in, the mud is fine!!" -Sugar Malone

Have I ever mentioned how much Sugar LOVES to get muddy at the dog park??

I will have you know that she is the ONLY dog who does this at Tom Brown Dog Park. Sure, she is a social butterfly and plays with all of her furry friends in attendance. But when its time to play catch, all the dogs chase her around the perimeter of this mud puddle while my little Sugar goes straight through the deepest part.

Have I also mentioned how equally she HATES baths.

Just a little weekend fun I thought I would share....Happy Monday : )