Spa Day Wasn't That Bad

Me, in the back seat, not excited about the spa.



JK goes to work a lot. She leaves early in the morning, and comes home when it is already dark. But sometimes JK doesn't go to work, and she stays home with me and Mr. Wolf. I like those days when she is home with us, and we try to do fun things together. Well, Monday she got to stay home, and Mr. Wolf decided to make me an appointment at the Dog Spa. I didn't like the sound of that at first. I heard JK and Mr. Wolf talk about "baths" and "clippings", and I didn't really want to go. Even though I usually really like to ride in the car, I was not very excited about this trip to the Dog Spa. I even sat in the back seat.

JK and Mr. Wolf handed me to a nice lady who washed me up in a great big tub, with warm swirly water and nice-smelling soap. She washed my ears and clipped my nails and rubbed my fur with a warm towel.







Oooooh I smell so nice!

 So, the spa wasn't that bad after all. Of course, I was eager to get home and rub my fur around on the carpet and grass and get all that soap smell off of me, but it was nice for a few minutes.

JK and Mr. Wolf declared that they love the Dog Spa because it is the only place in the world where people do not think they are crazies.

The spa lady gave me a red swirly bandanna to wear, to show that I was clean.

I look pretty handsome in it, don't you think?

I even got a report card, so JK and Mr. Wolf would know that I was a perfect gentleman at the spa, and that I was welcome to come back. JK said that if I go back, I should get a massage and a facial. I don't know what that means, but I'd give it a try. They have good treats there for after you finish your bath.

bath day

JK and Mr. Wolf have decided that I need to have a bath at least one time every week.  Yuck.  I hate this.  My other family never made me take a bath, and they never brought me into the "bath room".  I used to think that only people were allowed into the bath room, and they always closed the door when they went into it.  I'm not sure what people do in the bath room, because they are not always taking a bath.  I know they are not always taking a bath because they are usually not wet when they come out.  I'm not sure what they are doing in there, but I don't really care.  I would rather avoid the bath room because that is where they make me take a bath. 

The bath room is a room in the house with a big, slippery, white bowl-looking thing where water comes out of the wall, and you have to get wet and wash.  I think the big slippery bowl is also called a "bath", which is confusing, because I thought a bath was what you do to wash, not a thing itself.  But then I remembered that the bed room is the room with the bed in it, so maybe the big bowl is also called a bath.  I still have a lot to learn about people language. 

Anyway, JK tells me over and over again that all these baths will help with my allergies.  I do have quite itchy skin and eyes, and I have to admit that I do feel better after the bath, but I still hate it.  I hate to get wet, and I hate to feel cold, and I hate that the slippery bowl is so slippery.  I always feel like I am falling. 

JK took pictures of the bath today.  She told me she would put them on the blog for me.  I was embarrassed, but also kind of proud to show everyone that I am not afraid of taking a bath any more.  I didn't even whimper or shake.  You can see how brave I was by looking at these pictures.   

Mr. Wolf was home today, so he decided to take the bath with me, which was funny, because he was wearing some clothes and he got wet.  I liked that part.  I liked that he was with me and helped me, so I wouldn't feel scared and slip. He washed me with some sticky stuff that smelled nice and made my skin feel tingly.   

JK always uses this special blue towel to dry my fur.  I like the blue towel because it is soft, and helps to get the disgusting water off of me very quickly. 

I'm almost dry now, and ready to go out of the bath room and play. 

Action Shot!  This is me, shaking off the last drops of water.  As soon as JK opened the door, I ran into the bed room and jumped up on the bed and into the nice dry sheets.