Today I was tasked with giving the dog a bath. Sadie has a serious dislike for any water that isn't sitting idly in her waterbowl. So of course even the act of placing her into the tub was fear inducing (for her) and made her feel betrayed by her primary human.
The handheld shower head was a huge help though. After soaking the dog and then shampooing her into a sudsy monster, being able to hold onto her with one arm while aiming the water stream where it would be most helpful was great.
Then I was reminded of the quickest way to soak the entire bathroom without much effort... wet dog shake off.
And I left all the dog hair in the tub drain. Whatever. I'm a jerk.
And how did I win my wet-coconut-dog's affection back after the Bath Betrayal? By giving her a bone to eat in the afternoon. Usually she has to wait until after we eat dinner in the evening. She got another one at the routine time too. Bribery at its finest.
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