Dog Shower

(Warning: Do not read unless you are really bored and have nothing better to do. Seriously.)

One of the problems with being a dog owner is that if you don't want your dog to stink, you have to bathe it. Maybe that isn't a problem if your dog weighs 10 pounds, but when she weighs 90, it is a bit annoying.

We had a great place in Portland that we took Jesse to, but when you move to a small town your options seem to be limited, if not taken away all together, and we have yet to find a replacement groomer.

I put it off and put it off, hoping to wait it out until summer truly came and it was warm enough to hose her off outside. Unfortunately, I have an extra sensitive nose and it can only handle so much.

To the bathtub we went.

I threw a treat into the tub, crossed my fingers, and hoped that Jesse would hop on in. Yeah right. That was never going to happen. Darn lazy dog. I crouched down, grabbed her front legs and tried to lift her in. It took me less than a second to realize that wasn't going to work.

That is when I spied the shower.

I opened the door and threw a treat in. Jesse sauntered in and I shut the door.

Success.



Sort of.

Now I had to get in there with her to finish the job. It took a while and I got soaked, but she eventually was clean enough that I could pet her and not feel like I needed to stick my hand in a bucket of sanitizer.

(Tom, could you please install a hand-held shower head? Either that or you give Jesse her "showers" from now on.)

I may have gotten soaked, but at least Jesse could take a shower and Logan could take a bath at the same time.