"Life isn't long enough to do all you could accomplish. And what a privilege even to be alive. In spite of all the pollutions and horrors, how beautiful this world is.
Supposing you only saw the stars once every year. Think what you would think. The wonder of it!"--Tasha Tudor

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Clean and Spiffy...

I don't know about you, but after bathing a Corgi, I look like a wild woman with big frizzy hair. For some reason, even when bathing the more well-behaved-in-the-tub Corgis, I come out of it soaking wet, with wet fur stuck all over me. Here is our veteran Ch. Windcrest Zip'N Indiana Jones "Indy." Sure, here he looks like he could sit all day posing for pictures. I assure you that an hour earlier he was a crazy man in the tub. This is a dog that has never liked taking a bath. We've tried every trick in the book. Lord knows he had many baths when he was entered in conformation dog shows. He never got used to them. Sometimes Mary Elizabeth and I will plan a 'spa day' for all of our dogs. We'll do baths, teeth, and nails. We always seem to leave Indy for last (sort of like a kid who will leave his least favorite parts of his dinner on his plate, hoping someone will rescue him from the inevitable horrible fate...) We usually have to brace ourselves when it is Indy's turn. It usually involves getting a Starbucks beforehand so we are fortified with caffeine and up to the challenge of bathing this bucking bronco. He is, however, the sweetest, friendliest, most lovable boy. Outside the tub, that is.

And......here we have the Princess, BISS CH. Heronsway Two For The Show "Bridget." Bridget, on the other hand, will elegantly step into the tub, expecting the very best shampoo and a massage. She will hold her paw up so you can rinse underneath and expects that she will have a cookie, an Egyptian cotton towel and her Mason-Pearson brush waiting for her.
I think I need a cup of tea...and a shower. -CS ^..^

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What beautiful babies!!! It's not bathing I have trouble with... it's blow drying. Taffy acts like I'm pulling her toenails out with pliers *ack* That dog *hates* the blow dryer. I'm dreading this weekend mightily. Agatha on the other hand is like your Bridget. Comes running when she hears me blow dry my hair and wants her time with the hot air. Loves the brush, doesn't mind the dremel, sits still for the teeth scrape etc. Taffy, the Diva Dog, wears me out!