Yes, after weeks of going without a bath (having stitches which came out Friday), Ripley needed a bath. He was rank, and I'm talking smell beyond normal dog. Ripley does not like baths (what little boy does?) but he's very stoic about showering with his dad. So, before it was time to Frontline him again, he needed more than a rinse with the hose.
I've learned that Ripley will tolerate the shower, and it does contain him very well. Our showers all have seating, so we park him on the granite bench and re-direct the flow of water to fall upon his back. He allows you to lather him up, and then rinse him off, without complaint. He is, after all, a very good boy. Afterward, he is towel dried amidst the usual animated shake that dogs do when wet. Then, opening the door, he runs to his favorite rug on the floor and pushes himself sideways across it to dry further.
Oh yes, in a pinch, that dog shampoo works well with humans too. The only side effect was that desire to roll around on the floor afterward. What, you expected pictures of us in the shower? Hey! This is a family blog after all. Ripley gets enough exposure anyway, and he always has a fur coat on. I may be a politician, but I'm no Anthony Weiner. Some pictures you just don't post online, let alone let them be taken. But, damn - I smell like pomegranate and that's not all bad.
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