It has been some time since Sophie had a bath. This morning on our way back from the cafe I observe that her beard has turned the colour of mud.
Preparations for her bath are made in great secrecy. The shampoo bottle opened ready to pour, the hose attached to the taps to ensure the water temperature is just right, towels placed ready to mop up the excess water.
Somehow, Sophie has got wind of what's being planned. She has disappeared but is , after some searching, found hiding in a rosemary bush in the garden. She turns on her back and pretends to be dead. Then she turns on her side and tries the same trick. Her harness is put on and a lead attached in the belief this may make her more amenable to being led towards the shower room. Treats are offered. In practice it means we have a harness and lead attached to a PONette that doesn't intend to go anywhere. You'd think well into our third decade of PON ownership we wouldn't be so naive.
Twenty minutes later Sophie makes the mistake of heading indoors to the safety of the kitchen. En route she is kidnapped and plonked, inelegantly, in the bath. She quickly accepts her fate with stoic silence. Silence does not mean she's happy with her lot, merely accepting of it. This is the aristocrat on the way to the guillotine approach to being bathed.
Half a chilled carrot sweetens the bitter pill. We get the full on guilt inducing ' How could you treat such a poor maiden so ?' look. She now looks arctic white rather than 'smudgy'. Forgiveness may take a few days - or weeks.
This was playing on the car radio this morning and got the day off to a good,pre-bath, start :https://youtu.be/qQrgto184Tk?t=138
From the London shop linked to yesterday - the perfect dog treat :https://www.labourandwait.co.uk/collections/latest-additions/products/dog-treats