Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Bath Day - or THE TUB OF DEATH

It's not like I'm an ogre. I asked for volunteers. It's not my fault they didn't know what they were getting into. So I went with the large male who was the first one to come running when I called. He was alright with it at first but then the water turned on and he was pretty sure he didn't sign up for THIS! Once he was convinced that there was no escape and I assured him that no puppies had died while I was giving them a bath this year, he settled down to suffer his fate. Imagine his surprise when he actually survived to tell the tale.

1 comment:

thecrazysheeplady said...

Awww - why you be so mean to those sweet puppies ;-). Good luck on your vet run!