I will be talking about bread. Wonderous, beautifully edible bread. Finally. The only attribute I could have wished on this bread was for it to have had a slightly crispier crust. But it was soft, yes. Tasteful, yes. Risen just enough but not so much that it ever even thought about falling.
It was so good that it was completely eaten in 48 hours. Yes -- that good. Mmmm... bread. Yum.
As for the dog part of the post: I gave the dog a bath. Which is good, because now he doesn't smell. ...as much, anyway. He's an old stinky mutt. And his ears are pretty grimey sometimes, they need all the help they can get.
Bad: because I, too, got a bath. (I already had one today, thankyouverymuch).
My method is to fill up the tub with halfway soapy water, make him sit in it, and scrub him with soap. Scrub him GOOD with soap. His fur is somewhat water resistant, so I figure the more he is immersed in the water, the more clean he will be. The problem was that Baloney seemed to think I was trying to drown him when I made him lay down in the tub for the first time. He was SO freaked out. So I have to hug him around his wet, soapy neck while I hold him down. I've given up on staying dry.
Here he is, freshly bathed and still somewhat damp.
The other part I hate about giving him baths? The fact that he feels he must bathe himself afterwards. He licks his paws (and everything else) until he's... I don't know. Dry, maybe? But this is obviously a very important part of the process.
What you may not know is that Baloney is pretty much deaf. So he can't hear himself as he NOISILY BATHES HIMSELF. It drives me nuts. If he does this for too long, I throw something at him -- not rocks or anything, just small pens or bottle caps or something lightweight -- so that he stops.
But I would rather him be not smelly. Uck on dog smell. Blech.
Bathe regularly, folks.
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