Friday, September 18, 2009

Furry Friday

Okay, I wish I had gotten more pictures last night, because it was effin hilarious. The dogs all needed a bath, so we got a swipe card to the "dog wash" that is conveniently located across the parking lot from the shelter. I volunteered to bath some of the dogs, because well, wet dogs are cute. I started off doing it by myself, which was extremely difficult, because none of these dogs are used to getting bathed. They were all basically like, what. the. eff. is. happening? I started with a tiny beagle, because I could lift her, then I did a skinny german shepherd puppy who I could also lift. By the time I was done those two, an hour and a half had passed, and a lady showed up to help me. This lady was a professional groomer, so I was therefore demoted to the role of bringing the dogs back and forth. Which, I guess is fine because the dogs needed a bath like anything, and it was probably best that they get it done by a professional. They got their nails clipped and their ears cleaned, and they all came out smelling nicely.

I stopped taking pictures once I was joined by the groomer lady, because ummm, I don't think she would have taken to it too kindly. She was very, let's get errr done, and me snapping pictures of dripping dogs probably would have been a hindrance to her agenda.

At one point she was giving me some tips about dog grooming, and was like, "I expressed this ones anal glands", to which I said, "oh, that's nice"...but what I was really thinking was, oh shit, that was something I never needed to hear about, because a) ewwwww, and b) what the hell?. Then I couldn't stop thinking about it. And as if I said, "oh, that's nice"...but what even is an appropriate response to somebody telling you that they just expressed a dogs anal glands? I realize this is an important part of the grooming process, and is healthy for the dog, but the whole thing makes me a little gaggy.

Anyway, sorry. Beyond that bit, it was an amusing evening. All the dogs kept trying to jump out of the tub. The dogs from Louisiana especially did not know what the hell was going on, because I doubt they ever had quite a thorough bath before.

By the end of the night, my shirt was soaked, my bra was soaked, and the front of my jeans were soaked. Loved it.

Here at the pictures I managed to get:



I like to think this look on Elly's face is a nice mixture of fear and contempt.



Cute!



I am going to eat you. Oh Lewis, also cute!

I could never step too far away from the tub because they would keep trying to jump out and I did not want them to choke themselves. It's like, can you not feel the collar tightening around your neck, why do you keep trying to get further out of the tub? Crazies.

Anyway, the dog wash is a great little invention! When I get a dog, I'm installing a sweet set up like this in my basement or something.

2 comments:

lifelove'n'wine said...

So cute! Haha, my little dog HATES baths. He sits there all wet, small, and shivery. It's awful but it's kind of funny...it's like he makes himself look as pathetic as possible.

Meg said...

i know! haha, i find wet dogs to be extremely funny and adorable.

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