Charlie decided to roll around in the mud at the dog park today. He got himself filthy.

He wasn’t that clean to begin with, so it was the perfect time for a bath. He doesn’t love the bath, but he doesn’t hate it either – maybe we don’t wash him enough for him to remember to run when he hears the water start running! We take him to get professionally groomed every six-or-so weeks, but getting the mud off him today was an emergency situation, one I would handle myself. Being unemployed, I don’t really have any excuse for not bathing him. It’s not like he can make it that difficult for me! (As I was washing him I started thinking that maybe I could become a dog washer/groomer. Then I realized there’s no way I have the patience to do this with anyone else’s dog.)

All lathered up, futilely plotting his escape from the tub:

Mostly rinsed off:

Getting dried off by mom:

Every time he gets a bath, once we’ve gotten him mostly towel dry, he does this thing where he shakes, runs around in circles and rolls around on something familiar – at our old place it used to be this ugly brown loveseat, today it was his devil pillow-bed. He does it frantically, and we always get a kick out of it:

Fluffy, clean dog enjoying a post bath special treat:

and now he’s fast asleep!