|I'm so tired and I smell chicken.....|
I tried to clean his head. I just smeared the greasy stuff all around and made him look worse. Then the dad attempted to hose him off. Poor dad. He's not used to bathing dogs. He did not secure Thumper before the shower began, and Thumper ran off like a banshee and dug himself a hole behind my gardenias. Then he rolled in it the freshly dug dirt and smeared his head, neck, shoulders, ears, nose, and eyes in it. He looked camoflaged by the time his dirt-bath was over.
After the laughing was over, big brother felt bad for him, since he now smelled like a dirt-covered barbecued chicken and had been terrorized by dad and the water sprayer. Big brother took him aside and more properly bathed him to get the dirt off. He even dried Thumper off so he could go inside again. We thought all was good until he dried thoroughly. And he still smelled like barbecue chicken. This morning, as I petted the silly boy, I realized my hand was getting filled with the grittiness of dirt. He worked that dirt into his coat alot more thoroughly that I thought he had! Looks like Thumper will be getting another bath today. We will need some super-duper shampoo to get this boy clean.
|Thumper, you smell like chicken.|
Why do you do these things?
PS - please excuse the darkness of the photos. Unlike the dogs, I have to get up and leave for work while it's still pretty dark. I didn't want to use the flash and ruin the moment....:)