Marriage Confessions,  The Dog Pound

Smelly Like a Dog

This past weekend in a sudden, unstoppable onset of nesting, I declared our house a natural disaster.  A natural odorous disaster.  And I blamed the dogs.  Everywhere I went, I smelled dogs.  Sitting on my couch?  Dirty dog smell.  Cooking in the kitchen?  Wet dog smell.  Napping in my bedroom?  Musty dog smell.  Everywhere I went, I smelled dog.  And I wanted it gone.  Out of my life.

So, I first made Chris attack the dogs with mango shampoo.  Next, I attacked the house itself.  I think I won the battle with the house.  The dogs?  I’m still not sure.  They smell sort of better.  Like wet, rotten mangoes.  Although, this is an infinite improvement over the wet, rotten dog smell.

Click on any picture to see full coverage of the dog’s baths.

Molly has no idea whats about to happen...
Molly has no idea what's about to happen...
I shoulda run for it...
"I shoulda run for it..."
Its too late now.
Its too late now.
One of these two is clean.
One of these two is clean.
Blow it out!  Dry it off!  Fluff it up!
Blow it out! Dry it off! Fluff it up!
Molly jumps back in the tub because she hates the blow dryer
Molly jumps back in the tub because she hates the blow dryer

AND NOW, ITS LUCY’S TURN…

Lucy is an old pro
Lucy is an old pro
Ill take a hot towel in Room 203, please.
I'll take a hot towel in Room 203, please.
Air drying in the nude
Air drying in the nude
Im like a tumbleweed...
I'm like a tumbleweed...
...just blowing in the wind.
...just blowing in the wind.

And then bark like you mean it.
And then bark like you mean it.

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