Rub a dub dub, it’s time for a tub
On Monday night, the Mister and I decided it was time to give Nile, our 10-week-old Australian Shepard puppy who we have had for almost a month, a bath. We had spent the weekend in the Quad Cities visiting my parents and Tucker, the family’s 7-year-old black Labrador Retriever who loves to stomp in and out of the kiddie pool filled with slightly murky water and play fetch through all the leaves, bushes, dirt and general yard trimmings.
Nile was exposed to a whole new world of big dog activities. Just like a younger sibling tries to keep up with the older one, Nile chased Tucker through the bushes in his attempt to get the deflated, old kick ball. He jumped off retaining walls and startled himself on his landings. He slowly approached the running hose, surprised when his paws and head got wet. He rolled around in the fallen leaves and ran through the weeds. All in all he didn’t get too dirty. That is, until we were getting ready to head home.
Our dog is a curious puppy. As are all young creatures. We want to know how things work. Where things come from. Well, our little boy got a little too close to his Uncle Tucker in midstream and his head smelled it. The Mister wiped Nile’s head with a little vinegar-water to get rid of the smell, but we knew the time had come.
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