Tuesday, April 15, 2008

So far, so good


Even though he has already caused me to do things that are against my personal code of ethics, such as get up before dawn to take brisk walks (Dude, 5:15 is fucking early as far as I'm concerned) and go to the store in my workout clothes (post weekly Pilates asskicking class, in search of training treats), I'm pretty fond of Small Stuff so far. I found an obedience class for him, starting the second week of May. He's already sitting on command and starting to learn "down." Because his poo sample tested positive for Giardia, we had to give him a bath and start him on two new medicines. Getting a puppy into a bath is a pretty ridiculous affair, really. There's lots of talk about how FUN it is in the bath! Oh, so FUN! Look how much fun I'm having, don't you want to come in here, too? And then it's all about how FANCY this fella is, how GOOD, how HANDSOME, how he just might be the best! puppy! ever! The best part of the bath, honestly, was the note on the side of the shampoo bottle advising us to "Block all escape routes first. Once your pet is wet and slippery, he instantly becomes faster and smarter than you."

All told, bathing a dog is much easier than bathing a cat. Easier than bathing our cat, anyway. Bathing Kitters is sort of like trying to wrap a jackhammer up in a towel--it never stops moving, and you just have to hope it doesn't nail you with the pointy part. Indy did well, and got to have a nice walk after, and had some weird, runny medicine that he ate on bread after I nearly spilled it all on the floor.

Once Indy was out of the tub and back downstairs, Kitters came into the bathroom to investigate. "Ah," he was clearly saying, "you subjected the New One to the nefarious water torture chamber. As it should be, Pinky, as it should be. Carry on."




Reading:  Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank (and other words of delicate Southern wisdom) by Celia Rivenbark

Playing:  a copy of the mix CD I made for my dear friend Heather Feather

Possibly the best Discovery Channel commercial ever (and they've had some good ones):



3 comments:

  1. I never dreamed of bathing a cat.

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  2. It's not exactly the stuff of dreams, especially when the reason the cat needs a bath is a poo explosion :P

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  3. you know, our dogs all hated the liquid medicine. mom ended up wearing it a few times. the pills they liked, though. i think it was being covered in peanut butter that made them so popular.

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