Bath Time

Over the weekend was bath time for the boys. After their little chase-the-mole excursion, they were overdue. Thumper went first, because I'm thinking he's mostly lab....this should be easy. It wasn't too bad at first. I got him wet, shampooed, and rinsed. I felt victorious. Then he stepped away and shook and took off racing around the yard. After he disappeared around one corner for a rather long time, I went to check on him. He had dug into the ground behind my gardenias and made himself a dirt pile, and he was joyously rolling over and over in it. While he was wet. That made it a mud puddle. Before he was done, he looked like a black dog. And then it was back to the hose for a second bath. Oh, and during all that ruckus, Lightning figured out what was up and ran and hid (he doesn't like bath time in case you didn't know). Lightning ended up getting cleaned with waterless shampoo after he was finally bribed from his hiding spot with puppy treats. Life with dogs....there is always a tale just waiting to be told.

Here is a pic of Thumper's dirt bed. It used to be a flower bed......