Wet Dog

We had a warm spell this week and I decided to put in HoneyBelle in the bathtub for a mid-winter bath. I doubt I will ever do that again. I have not bathed her in the tub since she had another growth spurt. It was like putting a bear cub wrapped in a loose velour blanket in water. I had to keep my legs either wrapped around her or stretched across the edge to keep her from jumping. She has an impressive neck roll-like an elizabethan collar-and trying to get all the exess skin folds, rolls and thick coat wet, lathered, and rinsed was almost more than I can handle. Honestly, it is easier to wash a horse than a fat-wet-pissed-off basset. I wish there was a second person there at the house to 1) take pictures of the two fat women wrestling and 2) HELP.

I get her rinsed and outside she is gorgeous, a big orange rolling log charging around the yard. I tell her to step up on the bench for her brushing. The amount of hair that comes off her is amazing. I pull out 7 orange sherbert colored brushfulls and put the hair in the garden, hoping the wrens will use the down for their nests. Next time I will spend the $30 to send her to the groomer. She looks like spun honey gold in the sun.