Lucy and I share many characteristics: we both like to stay home, we both like a cozy blanket, and we both have grass allergies. In fact, we take the exact same medication. My vet told me it was okay, for the record.
My eyes have been itchy and I have had some nasal congestion and sneezing, which, these days, makes me worry a bit. Lucy’s grass allergy manifests in a slightly different way. Her feet and tummy get itchy, and with the itching comes the gnawing and the accompanying sounds, which are a little gross and a lot loud. The allergy medication keeps her skin under control most of the time, but every March, we have to take things a step further – all the way to the bathtub. And that is where we went yesterday.
I’ve written before about how much Lucy hates the bath. I didn’t have to chase her down this time because, after years of study, I have learned to trick her into entering the bathroom. When I close the door, though, she knows she’s been duped.
It surprises me that she falls for it, because I due her the same way at the vet and when she boards. We walk together to “the door of doom” and then it closes behind her. The only difference between the bathroom and those two places is that I am behind the closed door with her.
As on any bath day, Lucy stood next to the door, hoping the fickle finger of fate would open it. It has never done so in the past and did not do so yesterday. I scooped her up and set her in the tub. She acquiesced, as she always does when in this position. The terrible deed was over in ten minutes – that’s how long the shampoo is supposed to stay on before being rinsed off. Out of the tub, a quick pat down and Lucy tears around the house, trying to regain her doggie scent.
Yesterday, though, she got the last laugh. Shortly after her bath, we went out for a walk. She did not return quite as clean as she left the house.
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I guess Lucy was thinking, “Revenge is sweet.” At least Lucy tolerates a bath. I have three cats that don’t and the long haired sometimes need a back end swiping. Not fun.
Poor Lucy! I hope the bath helped her itchy belly. I love that she got the last laugh! I saw a show the other day and the family added a built-in dog bath to the laundry room. It was beautiful! My dog, who died in 2009, used to hate indoor baths, but didn’t mind them outdoors.
What a terrific way to end this post! That paw print says it all. “Duped,” “fickle finder of fate,”a little gross and a lot loud,” such wonderful writing here as well as a Lucy we can see, racing around trying to reclaim her dog scent and balefully hoping the door will spring open.🐶
I so understand. Our beagles have always hated baths tool.The trick is definintely in the dupe. They can just sense something. Thanks for the respite from my daily worries. Lucy must have loved that walk!
“Her feet and tummy get itchy, and with the itching comes the gnawing and the accompanying sounds, which are a little gross and a lot loud.” This made me laugh. I hate those sounds. Haha!
I knew dog people would understand.
Oh my, all of this! We don’t have a dog right now but are seriously considering it. I have to say those sounds have not been missed (the scratching, gnawing, etc.). So funny. That paw said it all. Last laugh is right.