Reluctant At Best

They say cats dislike bath's more than dogs, but I'm not so sure. Only one of my dogs loved the water so much a bath was not torture. My lab, Abby, would calmly climb in the tub for bathing.

All of the others have to be tricked into the bathroom and lifted into the tub. Personally, I think that a pointer with his legs spread eagle has the wing span, or leg span, of a wandering albatross. What exactly is the wing span of a wandering albatross you might ask? Roughly 12-13 ft, or the equivalent of Sidney's legs.

I mention this little known fact after bathing Sidney today. Actually, we've been calling him Shidney lately. It's a fitting nickname for him. Imagine the God Father in a trench coat with a cigar sauntering up and saying "how ya doin Shid?" Anyway, a dietary indiscretion necessitated a bath this afternoon. It's only his second a bath since he's been with us, and the first bath inside that scary little room Mom goes into a closes the door. He was scared, but tolerated the water torture very well. If you overlook the fact that his tail was tucked clear to his nose.

I will say when he got out of the tub he did not shake at all. That was a nice treat, and easy on the full length mirror. It certainly wasn't in Shidney's plans for the afternoon, but you gotta do what you gotta do. When Mom says it's bath time, there is no escaping it. He's seen all the others dogs go in that room dry and come out wet - it was only a matter of time.