Cooper was BEYOND need of a bath, and if you have a dog, you know that the hair from a dog bath is INSANE (especially when you don’t brush the dog regularly…). I refused to let the kids’ bathtub also be the dog washing bathtub, and I FOR SURE wasn’t going to wash him in our bathtub, so Mallory & I took him to the Dog-O-Mat.
Cooper wasn’t very thrilled with being put in the tall bathtub, but lucky for me, they have leash connectors up there so he was tethered in place.
Mallory was supposed to help me, but instead she just took pictures. Of my bottom. Thanks, Mal.
Good boy, Coops…
There’s my bottom again. Thanks.
Cooper debating if making a jump for it is worth a broken neck…
A bevy of self-portraits by your photographer (notice she has a pink camo smock on – she had every intention of actually helping me until Cooper started to get water everywhere).
Ah, all done!
Me, happy we are all done! What a most unflattering picture.
There was an insane amount of hair in the drain of that doggy bathtub and it confirmed what a wonderful decision I made to do this activity out of the house. We spared Cooper the doggy hairdryers because I think he was traumatized enough from the bath. We will go back again because the dog-washing pain was temporary, but having a cleaner smelling dog is longer lasting.
Was this so he wouldn’t have to spend next week outside? Good thinking!