Harry, my Jack Russell Terrier, whose heretofore indoor:outdoor ratio was 80:20, loves the ranch life. He roams the sprawling hayfields and pastures, woods, hills, hollers. He usually returns home with a beard full of burs, and sometimes after a visit to the frog pond, he shows up with slimy mud covering his white legs.
Last night Harry “bested” himself—he rolled in a cow pie!! Maaaan!!! Just when he was starting to turn into a real boy!!! It was just as bad as when he rolled in rotten tomatoes last summer….but this time....oh, the stench!! The Cowboy put Harry in the shower with him. I heard him say in a soft voice, “It’s OK, Harry, it’s just like rain.” Harry's only ever been a "bath-man."
“Use the really perfumy (?) shampoo. I don’t wanna smell cow poop all night,” I suggested. *Suggested*--haha--more like “commanded.”
He held up a bottle, “This?”
“Yeah.”
After a few seconds, I heard, “This $#!+ doesn’t even lather!”
Oooops, my bad! I had only glanced at the bottle he showed me. “Sorry. That’s conditioner. Here’s the shampoo. Use a lot since you have to wash all that conditioner out, too.”
After his very first shower, Harry was sooo clean and he smelled like a French…..uh, madam. I let him outside so he could shake off. He scooted himself on the driveway...probably to get the new "stink" off. Oh, well...he was mostly clean.
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