When the lights go down?
I think I know where all the porn stars go
They all become Volvo-driving soccer moms
This is the 50th post. A fine conclusion to an experiment in dog-sitting 2.0. We've also taken 176 photos since we got the camera on Friday - almost all of them involving Layla, somehow.
Bath-time! Turns out Everclear is great for bathing dogs to.
Layla watches me take things into the bathroom. She doesn't seem to work out that something is weird until she is added at the end of that list.
And it goes down-hill pretty much entirely from there.
I learned that, as much as she doesn't like having water splashed on her, she likes the shower even less. She seemed to appreciate being held under it in mid-air even less. Huh.
Rinse cycle.
Why is my leg always in there?
Interference.
Dry cycle.
Dry cycle, stage two.
I will say this; she's the least-problem-causing long-haired dog I've ever brushed. She's quite hard to hold, being small, but she doesn't cry, yelp or bite. So that is a plus. Also one can just hold her with one hand while combing through the hair on her rear legs.
She retires to the bed while I vacuum and mop the apartment free, a final time, of all the crap her crap-magnet-polymer fur has brought into the apartment (the usual problem has been brushing her, only to have her come back in 20 minutes with things in her fur, without leaving the apartment. We can't vacuum after every bloody walk, for heaven's sake).
I don't know how she's interpreting not being booted off the bed for the first time in over two weeks, but she hasn't left it yet.
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