Sometimes...
I just scrubs his little belly till it is plumb pink.
You can't really see real good in this picture, but when his hair is wet his shin is all spotted like a little hog underneath. No not my belly, my skin, the dog's!
Be careful giving a dog a bath. When you do that it does something to their brains and they don't know who they are for a few days till they get all dirty again. You can see the mystified look on their faces when they get out of the tub. Lost looking they are. The Big White Dog never gets a bath. He needs to know who he is at all times because as much running around as he does we can't afford to have him in altered states.
You know, someone is going to tell my mamma that he put a picture of himself taking a bath on that blog. She won't say anything to me though. She will just call the wife and then I'll have to answer to her.
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My Killer just rubs himself all over the furniture for about 20 minutes until he's raised a good amount of stink up from the cushions...I should probably wash the cushions on the same day and see what happens :)
Maybe when we visit at Thanksgiving I'll get to see Travis doing that.
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