I just spent the last 45 minutes washing my dogs, one by one. It's an ordeal.
I grabbed Chipper first. All day, he's been unusually sweet. He was affectionate and sweet, insisting on sitting on my lap and occassionally reaching up and licking my face.
So I thought he would continue to be that sweet. Of course, I was wrong.
Pookie Belle was next and then finally, Piiko. The two were, as usual, stoic about being bathed. It's like they knew they had to be washed, so they just stood there and allowed me to do it.
Then I had to put everything in the washer. Towels and my clothes because I was soaked.
I changed clothes and sat down to watch TV. I started switching channels until I came to HBO.
My day is complete. Russell Crowe in "American Gangster." The dogs are clean. Life is good.