Just four days after I was taken from my family, The Girl and Bossman thought it was time to give me a bath. I guess they didn’t appreciate my dusty, rolling-around-in-the-dirt look from back when I was with my brothers and sisters. Anyway, this so-called bath was the crappiest experience EVAR.
First, they dump you into a slippery white tub with completely no traction for my paws and nails. As I scramble around in the tub, they turn on the water, which looks like Niagra Falls compared to my 5-pound puppy size. Then they dump water on top of my head and pretend to give me a massage with the bubble concoction they call soap, which is supposed to make me smell better. Personally I think my au naturale scent is the best.
Now take a look at the huge maniacal grin on The Girl’s face. Doesn’t she look like she’s enjoying my suffering a little too much? Can’t you see that I’m dying here?!
Here is a close-up of me in my wet, miserable state and trying to escape. Won’t someone come to this poor little pup’s rescue?! And so my fear of water begins. I know that Shibas notoriously hate water but this certainly doesn’t help matters.