As you all probably know, I went back home for the holidays. I am working on a post about my treacherous journey home and delightful stay back in AMURICA! For now, I will tell a delightful tale about my darling puppies.
One of the best things about going home was the warm welcome I received from my dogs. Those three were so excited to see me! Well Summer was a bit skeptical at first, but then she smelled me and started to freak out. I guess she couldn't remember me until she got a whiff of that fine Emily odor. They were all just so happy and delighted I was there, and I in turn was just as happy to see them.
I had a lot of fun with those three while at home, but nothing stand out in my mind more than the day I had to bathe them. One night they stayed in the kitchen/hallway area of our apartment. Most nights they stayed in my bed, but on said night I just wanted a bit of space. Sleeping with three dogs nestled around you on all sides or even laying on your head or back or between your legs is not the most comfortable sleep. I like to toss and turn violently when sleeping and this makes that impossible because every way I turn there's a dog.
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One of the best things about going home was the warm welcome I received from my dogs. Those three were so excited to see me! Well Summer was a bit skeptical at first, but then she smelled me and started to freak out. I guess she couldn't remember me until she got a whiff of that fine Emily odor. They were all just so happy and delighted I was there, and I in turn was just as happy to see them.
I had a lot of fun with those three while at home, but nothing stand out in my mind more than the day I had to bathe them. One night they stayed in the kitchen/hallway area of our apartment. Most nights they stayed in my bed, but on said night I just wanted a bit of space. Sleeping with three dogs nestled around you on all sides or even laying on your head or back or between your legs is not the most comfortable sleep. I like to toss and turn violently when sleeping and this makes that impossible because every way I turn there's a dog.
I woke up at 6am partly from the jetlag and being unable to sleep in late and partly because I was having a nightmarish dream which was like the beginning to a horror film. Nothing bad happened in the dream, but the bad sense of foreboding didn't sit well with me. I entertained myself for the next few hours skyping France, listening to music, and reading Hyperbole and a Half (my most recent and all-consuming favorite pastime). Alas, at about 10am I decided I was tired and wanted to go to sleep.
Craig woke up and before I could pretend like I was sleeping, he informed me that I had to clean up the mess the dogs had made. They are not exactly 100% house trained so we have pee pads for when they make mistakes. Well I think it was more than a mistake, but not wanting to get up and clean I made a deal with him that I'd bathe the dogs and walk Summer if he cleaned it up. Well I got the first two cleaned up just fine, but it's not the bathing part that's difficult. It's trying to dry them off. I had bathed them simultaneously so I had to dry them off...simultaneously. Big mistake.
So I start drying off Sterling and let him loose so that poor Charlie wouldn't shiver himself into a coma. I laid a towel down for him thinking that he would try to dry his head off as he commonly does in such a situation (Yorkies apparently hate when their heads are wet). Instead, he freaked out and ran off into the distance. Shit.
At least now I had started to dry Charlie off. But why was he dripping so much? Oh wait, I dunked the towel in the water. Shit shit.
Okay, no biggie. I thought to myself "I'll just set Charlie down and go get Sterling and try to calm him down." Now I had two dogs running loose in my room shaking off all over the place. Shit shit shit.
"Okay," I told myself, "don't worry. I'll just get Charlie back and dry him off." But before I could, "Oh no Sterling! Don't use my clean clothes to dry off with! And don't shake off on my bed next to my computer." Shit shit shit shit.
At least now I had started to dry Charlie off. But why was he dripping so much? Oh wait, I dunked the towel in the water. Shit shit.
Okay, no biggie. I thought to myself "I'll just set Charlie down and go get Sterling and try to calm him down." Now I had two dogs running loose in my room shaking off all over the place. Shit shit shit.
"Okay," I told myself, "don't worry. I'll just get Charlie back and dry him off." But before I could, "Oh no Sterling! Don't use my clean clothes to dry off with! And don't shake off on my bed next to my computer." Shit shit shit shit.
And then, shit. Literal shit. Summer had decided she could not for her walk to release herself. Craig then informed me that walking Summer was my responsibility and therefore so was cleaning up her mess. Fun times.
Meanwhile, the boys ran out of my room into the living room and jumped onto the couch and were using it to dry themselves off. Wonderful. In order to keep Summer from making more of a mess, and to stop the wet crazy dogs from bounding about making a soppy mess everywhere, I had to put the boys in their cage and take Summer for her walk.
Meanwhile, the boys ran out of my room into the living room and jumped onto the couch and were using it to dry themselves off. Wonderful. In order to keep Summer from making more of a mess, and to stop the wet crazy dogs from bounding about making a soppy mess everywhere, I had to put the boys in their cage and take Summer for her walk.
The walk was successful, and she peed three times. When I came back in the boys had been released from their cages into the newly cleaned kitchen/hall area at which point I decided it was time to wash Summer.
No problems with her bath other than she hated it. I took her out of the tub and set her down and was about to wrap the towel around her to dry her off when all of a sudden....ZOOM! She was gone! Soaking wet, with leaps and bounds she ran away from me faster than I could catch her. She bounded out of my room and onto the couch...still soaking wet. I hollered for Craig to come help me, and he did. We finally got her off, and I cleaned up her mess.
Now I'm back in France, and the terrible threesome are far far away. Sometimes they can be a handful, but man, oh man, do I miss them!
No problems with her bath other than she hated it. I took her out of the tub and set her down and was about to wrap the towel around her to dry her off when all of a sudden....ZOOM! She was gone! Soaking wet, with leaps and bounds she ran away from me faster than I could catch her. She bounded out of my room and onto the couch...still soaking wet. I hollered for Craig to come help me, and he did. We finally got her off, and I cleaned up her mess.
Now I'm back in France, and the terrible threesome are far far away. Sometimes they can be a handful, but man, oh man, do I miss them!
