Mischa the dog takes personal offense to bath time. It's nothing new and I have probably mentioned it once or twice already. Yesterday after lunch I asked her if she would like a bath. The answer is always no, but I like to gage how much of a struggle it will be beforehand. Usually she will go hide under one of the dining room chairs, but if the claws come out immediately, I know to wear long sleeves and a high neckline, otherwise, I'll be covered in little red scratches. When I pulled her out from underneath the furthest chair she wiggled in resistance and put her feet in my pocket. Weird, yes, but not a horrible sign. The bath part went well enough but real fun began the moment I plugged in the hairdryer. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with it and tried to escape several times, like I wouldn't notice that she was missing. The second we were finished she rolled around on the first rug she could find until it looked like nothing ever happened.
Happy Wednesday folks!