It was a bit too chilly outside to give Ray a bath in the driveway as usual, so I made the command decision to use my shower. I figured after the dog-cleaning, I would do a shower-cleaning.
Ray seemed amenable, probably because he had absolutely no idea what he was in for. I changed into a bathing suit, led the unsuspecting dog into the bathroom, closed the door, screwed off the shower head, put a spray hose in it's place, and turned on the water. By the time I was done preparing, Ray was sitting in the corner up against the door, a look of uh-oh on his face.
I laughed at the picture of abject abjectness and realized I had forgotten something. I went to get my camera...
|Uh oh. Don't you come near me!|
|How do I get out of here?|
|We're done, right?|
|Can I go now?|
|This part isn't so bad|
|Can't you leave me alone?|
|…and then she locked me in a waterproof room and sprayed me with a hose. It was awful.|
|Can I get up there with you?|
|I'm so glad I'm not a dog|
|Sent by Ray's foster mom, Amber|
|You're not alone Ray.|