I sit here, drying off, in pain and out of breath.
Next to me, in his crate is the demon puppy from hell, licking his wounds so to speak. He has the hiccups. Occasionally he looks up with me and glares at me which can only mean he's going to pee on my feet at his next available opportunity.
The bathroom and bathtub look like a clyclone hit it. Water is everywhere. Muddy footprints line the floor, one wall and the entire tub and tile surrounding it.
It's safe to say that I do not like puppies. I like muddy wet puppies even less. And I can say that I absolutely detest giving muddy wet puppies a bath! And....I will never, ever do it again. I don't care if a whacking great chunk of blue space poo lands squarely on him and covers him from snout to tail. He will go, blue goo and all, to a groomer. Or I will pay some gullible teenager vast sums of money to take him outside, lather him, scrub him, rinse and dry him.
But I will not bathe a dog ever again.
Wonderful. On top of everything else I smell like wet dog.
