Baths are for Rubber Ducks

As a new dog owner, mommy wanted to give me a bath when I got all dirty outside. Little did she know, I don’t like baths. I knew she had never given a dog a bath before when she took off my collar. I wasn’t going to say anything, but boy was that dumb. You might as well just say GAME OVER.

In her defense, I’m usually a very quiet, calm dog, who does what he’s told and can sit patiently through brushing, or whatever, but I HATE baths. She had filled the tub with water, put me in, and I immediately jumped out and shook off the water in the bathroom. She was smart enough to close the bathroom doors ahead of time, so I give her credit for that, but a wet dog isn’t the easiest to catch. She put me back in and tried to keep me in the tub, but I was having none of that. She realized she needed the collar to hold onto me, so as she tried to sneak out the bathroom door to get it, I made a beeline outta there, and to dry off, I jumped straight onto her white bedspread SPREAD EAGLE!

She got the collar back on me and chased me back into the bathroom. She got me back in the tub and lathered me up pretty good, but I kept trying to jump out. It was almost a fun game at this point – she was wetter than I was! Eventually, realizing that she was getting nowhere, she cranked on the shower, grabbed me, and held me under the rushing water. She was really, really wet. It was really, really funny.

As she was drying me off, with me laughing all the way, she said even at $29.99, the Petsmart grooming was a bargain, as she’d need four other hands to really give me a bath. Looks like the rubber ducks are the only ones who will spend a lot of time in her tub! Ha. Quack!