2/5/15 Bath Time

I should have known something was up when Mom cheerfully (overly cheerfully) called me upstairs to her room. Happily I followed along, thinking maybe we were going to have a cuddle session. No such luck.

Mom’s henchman Jamie was waiting behind the door and when I walked in, he ominously shut it. It was at that time that I heard the water running in the walk-in shower. Drat. I knew what was coming next. I sat on the bathroom floor, not making eye contact with Mom, hoping she would change her mind. But, again, I should have known better. Double drat!

Let me backtrack. I have to see the Vet tomorrow. Since I ran away the other day and rolled in the mud and dashed through the thorn trees, my back is all broken out. Mom is worried so she is hauling me in for a checkup.

Earlier in the day, Laurel came by and took me for a quick walk. Although I begrudgingly wore my coat, it was still very cold and we didn’t stay out long, but long enough to get my belly and legs slushy. So put those facts together and the equation equals, “bathtime”.

Mom grabbed me under the shoulders (the indignity of it all) and then shoved my behind into the stall. Her partner in crime, Jamie the Goon, manned the water. Mom soaped me up with the Phyto-Vet medicated shampoo but good. Then Jamie showered me off.

You can’t argue with success; look at how clean I got:

superclean

It took two of them to towel me, but Mom knows I don’t like the blow dryer. Suddenly, I decided I had to pee. Mom didn’t want me to go out because of the cold, but I jumped at the back door, so Jamie took me out for a quick whiz and when I got back in I could barely walk. They threw a blanket over me and pretty soon I was feeling good again.

Mom gave me a new collar. It’s blue and pink and has Hawaiian flowers on it. Can’t see it too well:hawaiian

Then Mom told Jamie to give me a couple of treats for my ordeal. I hid behind the coffee table and gave him “the eye”:

theeye

Heck, I could smell the treats so I went for broke. I totally flashmobbed Jamie on the couch. I even jumped on the sofa – which is against the rules – to get the treat. But once I had secured it I jumped off.

I guess I’ll forgive Jamie and Mom, since they did give me treats, and I do feel and smell a lot better. Jamie got a shot of me in hurricane mode. Mom thinks this picture is very funny because my feet came out so clear and the rest is a blur. She says I look like a big hen with chicken feet. Very droll, ha ha, we are all laughing:

hurricane

I’ll give you all an update tomorrow on what Dr. Craig says. I will be glad to get my back taken care of, because, truth be told, it IS somewhat itchy.

Woof! Love, Maggie Not-A-Chicken

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