Dog Wash Adventure 12/9/2007

 

 

 

Mom and Dad said I was getting dirty and that was not acceptable for a princess.  So they took me to the Dog Wash.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Inside, there were a lot of toys, treats and other canine stuff.  There were some fascinating things there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But I couldn’t spend much time shopping.  Too bad.  We went straight to the dungeon, where the washtubs were.  It was colorful and clean.

 

 

 

 

 

 

There was special canine shampoo and rinse and good-smelling bottles for my fur.  Mmm… Maybe this is a Salon for princesses.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are fresh clean towels.  Is this a doggy Spa?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But then I was brought to the washtub for my bath.  Looks like an interrogation box for dogs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The leash and shower head in the tub were NOT like anything at home.  Very unusual.  Maybe I should be worried.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My parents tied me up.  This was not looking good.  I really am worried.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

They turned on the water.  I think I am not going to like this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This does not feel like a holiday Spa.  I’d like to get out of here please.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Too late.  I am getting soaped up.  I was afraid this was a bath situation!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Look at me.  Can’t you tell I want out?  Now!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe I can jump and escape.  No good. I am tied up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes there was a bath. As a princess, at least I could have my most embarrassing photos suppressed.  No paparazzi here, thank you.  You can watch see me getting pretty again. Daddy towels my head and front legs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He dries my back.  This is more like the massage I wanted when I thought this was a Spa.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I still want out.  I can dry myself.  Dogs know how to do that, you know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

C’mon Mom.  A little help?  I’m really done now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now my back legs get brushed out.  Careful with my tail.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

OK.  You can brush my back.  I never can reach that part myself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve had enough now.  Did I say I was done?  Well, I will say it again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am out of there.  Let me show you how I can dry myself.  Stand back. SHAKE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Which way is out? I am done here.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Somebody open the door.  Quick. Before some other cleaning event happens.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oh.  This is how we came in, so this must be the way out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rode home.  Got treats. Got smoochies.  I feel clean, but tired.  Time for a nap.