Towards the end of summer the dog lake at the dog park starts getting a little gross yet I still let the dog swim in it. By the following day, after having slept on my side of the bed, she stunk to high heaven and I knew it was time to give her a bath. I have been really bad about getting her professionally groomed this year, opting to do it myself. When it comes to combing she and I usually have several disagreements and have to take breaks involving treats. This is one of the few times I actually get annoyed with her. I use a de-matting tool as well as a comb. Her coat is very healthy and I keep her combed regularly so rarely are there many mats however the fur around her tail and upper legs is too thick to use just the Furminator. Occasionally I have to pull hard to get the comb through. This is usually where we start having issues. She will sit perfectly for the first few minutes but slowly she’ll slide away from me until she’s lying on her side, front paw & back paw in the air. I’ll stop, tell her no and make her sit up but minutes later the process repeats itself until she decides to roll over and do it on the other side. Recently I’ve started using treats to bribe her and I’ve enlisted in Wayne’s help to keep her attention away from the comb.
As bath time started she happily followed us into the bathroom not realizing what lay ahead. As soon as she noticed the running water she tried to hightail it out of there. I get in with her while Wayne sits on the edge to keep her from bolting. As long as he’s sitting there she will stand perfectly still, only occasionally turning and placing a paw on the side of the tub. It’s comical to see her looking so pitiful. She made it through the soap and first rinse before trying to shake. I was able to deter her from shaking off just yet, hoping to close the shower curtain at the end so she wouldn’t get water everywhere. My plan, as foolproof as I thought it was, was short lived. Wayne made the mistake of moving to find an old towel while I was turned away filling up the cup for a last rinse. Zu took this as her opportunity to bolt and shake.
Whenever she’s wet she gets a renewed energy and gets really crazy, which usually means she’ll jump on & off the couches several times. We just bought all new furniture (that Chubbs already poked a hole in) so I slipped out to find blankets to cover them up.
As her fur dries it starts to take on a crimped look which always makes me laugh. I gave her a comb out after she’d dried off and she’s looking beautiful. Now I just have to keep her from jumping back in the lake until it’s drained.
Luckily Zu stays pretty clean so we don’t have to do this very often. Occasionally we bathe the Kitty Fantasticas (yes, our cats have a superhero team name and yes, that is a Buffy reference 😉 ) when they’re especially dirty or their fur clumps together but I value my skin too much to try bathing them very often.
Do baths at your house go smoothly or turn into disasters?