We have neighborhood cats, and this is what Coopie looks like after chasing them:
When this happens at 7:12 am on a Monday morning, and you have to leave your house at 7:15 am for work and you are dressed in a cream-colored top.....you don't have time (nor the want-to) to bathe weenie dogs.
So, I toweled them off.....and threatened Oscar to move from his bed during the day. I may have threatened to roast him if he jumped on the couch.
When I came home from work.....it was bath time. And I was dreading it. H and I normally tag team washing the dogs. We have a routine.
-H stands in the garden tub with the pups and scrubs.
- I rise, dry off and take them one-by-one to the back porch to shake.
We are a well oiled machine. Until H isn't home for me to this.
This is what bath time looked like on Monday night:
So this is what he does......he turns his back and refuses to acknowledge my presence.
By the time H arrived home from work at 7pm, I was DONE! I was too tired to eat much less cook! The clothes on the couch had to wait until Tuesday night to get folded!