In which the author showers with his dog

First of all – today’s a half-day at work followed by a week and a half of vacation. Woo hoo! You can’t beat that.

The Wife had another appointment yesterday and although it doesn’t appear that The Baby will be falling out any time soon, she has at least started to make some minor progress towards labor – dilation, effacement, etc… We don’t really know any more than we did yesterday morning, but we feel better about the whole thing for some reason.

But, of course, you’re here for the main attraction: dog showering. At least those of you who are sick perverts googling “dog” and “shower” are. Shame on you.

To make a long story short (something rarely done around these parts, I know…), The Dog developed some sort of nasty red rash all over and had to go to the vet last week. The vet wasn’t able to diagnose the problem, but she was able to give me three different types of pills to give The Dog twice a day for the foreseeable future, as well as some funky medicated shampoo.

Wednesday night was the night to apply the shampoo and since temperatures have finally dipped below 60° in the evenings and the shampoo has to soak in to her skin for 10-15 minutes before rinsing, The Dog got to take a bath inside. In my shower. Joy of joys.

We have one of those stand-alone showers, and it was impossible for me to keep her in the shower stall while trying to apply her shampoo at the same time. As you can see, The Wife felt the best way to help was to grab the camera and document the whole fiasco, so I pretty much just had to get into the shower with The Dog to complete the process.

There was much wetness. And funky smelling shampoo. And giant clumps of wet dog hair. It was not something I’m looking forward to repeating, although I’m supposed to for at least the next couple of weeks.

I guess I should just be glad it didn’t set me back seven c-notes like her last “medical emergency”.

Giving is okay, getting is better

It isn’t even Christmas yet, but thanks for our early Christmas celebrations this year, I’ve already got two favorite presents unwrapped and in my possession.

The first is an Artoo-Potatoo – a Mr. Potato Head with R2-D2 pieces. It even comes with a little holographic potato Princess Leia. It will live in my office at work.

The second was actually a white elephant gift – an alarm clock that my cousin-in-law picked up at a street market in Iraq. The clock doesn’t work and I don’t think that cousin-in-law is an actual term, but it’s still just the kind of thing I enjoy having around. It will live in my office at home.

I have so far managed to avoid getting socks or a power tool. I am hopeful that this trend will continue through Christmas Day.