Clean Dog

There is a song called "What's That Smell" by Lynyrd Skynyrd. That has song has nothing to do with my words, "what's that smell?". It was Stick Dog. Peeeww. That dog smelled. It was the day for a bath! Usually Girl goes along and does the washing, mostly, but today I went alone. It was all good. He was cleaned, nearly not as wet dried, which means mostly still wet. But he is CLEAN and he doesn't smell. I really don't like dog smell. His white is white and all the dirt from chasing his box around is gone, at least for today. It's time for flea stuff, and he goes ape when he hears the package, so I'll open it in the garage so I don't have to chase him down.

He is sort of weird when he gets a bath. He actually struts and shows off, but that could just be from being wet and wanting to get dry. The lady at the dog wash store always gives him a treat when we leave so it's not so bad. We all know that he is governed by his appetite.

Tonight, sleeping should be a lot less odorous.