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| "If only I had thumbs I could open this infernal bathroom door!" |
When Fenway comes home from daycare, he smells like Pine Sol. He doesn't have a secret cleaning habit, or a penchant for wearing cleaning goods cologne; he just can't help it. The kennels are cleaned with Pine Sol just as we close for the night. As I'm one of the last ones out the door, he ends up smelling pine-y fresh for a day or two after "going to school to play with the other kids", as I call it.
Sunday was a warm day here in Texas, so I decided Fenway needed a bath. I was reminded of the bath we gave him when we first brought him home and had to wash the gum and grime out of his fur. He wasn't impressed with his bath then, and his opinion of them hasn't changed one iota.
We scrubbed him up in lovely oatmeal shampoo which caused T to worry that the girls might have a sudden and uncontrollable craving for breakfast...
Here's our handsome boy warming in the sunbeams post bath:
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| Our Happy Sundog! |
