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| Look at that face... |
I don't what it is with dogs. They are literally frightened of baths. Sasha was being very difficult at first with my wife being in the bathroom alone with her, but as soon as I entered, she settled down but still wanted to get out.
When it was all over and she was towel-dried, she went into her "happy dance." She was running all over the house. Once she settled down again, we gave her a "good girl" treat. She scarfed it down, of course.
As my wife and I were in the bedroom, Sasha came in, went to her bed, and started scratching her bed and twirling around for a good minute or two. I guess it was her way of saying, "Thank you. I know longer smell like a kennel dog."
That night, Sasha was passed out from all of the excitement of her first bath in at least two weeks.
The next morning after the deluge of almost two inches the day before and the backyard a quagmire of grass and mud, I let Sasha out to play with Drake. Drake wanted to play, but Sasha wanted nothing to do with him as if to say, "Don't touch my clean fur," or "Don't mess up my clean fur with your dirty paws," or "Don't touch the hair!" (remember John Travolta of "Saturday Night Fever"?) It was the most interesting behavior I had seen in any dog. As soon as she got done with her "business," I opened up the door and she came running inside without missing a step. Poor Drake was left outside without a playmate. He had the cutest look on his face as if to say, "What the...?"
After feeding Sasha, she was ready to go outside and mess up her fur.
Later in the day, JayMi gave Drake his first bath. Different scenario, same results. Both broke out into their "happy dance," but Drake wrestled free and bolted for the open door to the backyard. His paws got muddy, but JayMi managed to salvage her hard work and took him to the Upper for the night.
