Tonight when we were out at the state beach park, Goldie rolled in mud. Or at least what I thought was mud.
You can see what is coming, can't you?
If you can't, do you read blogs very often?
Because blogs are shitty places.
Yes, shit. Caca. Poopoo. Doodoo. Crap. Human, I believe.
Damn dog. I love her, but damn.
It was getting dark and I didn't want to bring her home, because even though I have an outside shower, I didn't feel like getting wet in order to wash toxic waste off of her. I really, really didn't want to get my hands in there, either.
I put on my creative thinking beanie and came up with a brilliant solution.
I took my dog to the do-it-yourself carwash and spent $2.25 in tokens to rinse her off. I didn't use the high-pressure nozzle, for god's sake. I like my dog with her skin still attached! I used the misty spot-free rinse setting and didn't even hit the trigger of the water sprayer - just the amount spritzing out was enough to get her cleanish.
She wasn't happy about it. But hey, neither was I. Y que!