Friday, November 19, 2010

Why we spell B-A-T-H

'Anybody who doesn't know what soap tastes like never washed a dog' -F.P. Jones

The word B-A-T-H is never uttered aloud in our home, it is only spelled. Failure to comply with this rule causes Maisy to leap up (sometimes out of a sound sleep) bolt up the stairs, jump on the bed & remain as still as a statue in an effort to camouflage herself on the brightly colored comforter until the coast is clear. 

This plan to run up the stairs to the level of the house where 'bathing offenses' occur & to jump on the bed instead of hiding under it further illustrate my point: it is a good thing my sweet rescue dog has her looks going for her. I still love her. She forgives me my short-comings; it's only reasonable that I return the favor. With a face like this, how could I not?


  1. That last pix of Maisy is my favorite picture ever!!!

  2. Poor thing... she does a great job of making me feel bad for traumatizing her with the bath. On the up side, she loooooves the hair dryer. I would have included a photo of her looking like a fluffy cotton ball afterward, but they were all blurry because she was excited & running. :)