That is a photo of my dog, Spice. Spice is almost 9 years old, she is a black lab x terrier. The black lab part of her, makes her very docile and very friendly. She’s a very well-behaved dog- she never barks unless I am home alone with her, and there is someone at the door. The terrier part of her, makes her have slightly wiry and extremely thick fur.

So, when my mom said to me last night, before I went to bed, “I want you to bath Spice tomorrow,” I did what any responsible pet owner would do- I pouted, and avoided doing it all day. My mom was somewhat angry to find me typing away at my computer when she got home, a still very smelly dog thumping her tail beside me. Oops.

Thus, when my parents left this evening to go do whatever it is parents do after their children are old enough to be left on their own, I was told that I must must MUST bath Spice, or face dire consequences. I considered the pros and cons to being homeless, and decided that it would probably be in my best interest to give into their demands.

Now, I am not the only one who doesn’t like bathing Spice. Spice doesn’t like bathing Spice either!! It took me several minutes to coax her into the bathroom, and a bit of a struggle to get her into the actual tub. You would think the water was molten lava! Soon enough I managed to get her in, and started happily soaping her up. Her new shampoo is yummy! No, I didn’t taste it, of course, but it smells like berries! So, I proceeded to sing her a song, as I do, which went along the lines of “Spice is going to smell very nice, very nice will smell like Spice! You’re gonna smell like BERRIES!” I’m sure she loved it. But she sure didn’t show it. Another thing she inherited from her black lab of a mother, were her big, brown Labrador  PUPPY DOG EYES. Those sad eyes that just scream, “Why are you doing this to me?!” accompanied with a soft wag of her tail to say, “It’s okay, I will forgive you.” Of course, I can’t resist those eyes, so I stop to give her a quick cuddle, obviously forgetting that hugging a wet dog, covered in soap will make ME wet and covered in soap.

Anyway, the rest of the bath goes smoothly. Spice’s exit from the bath is quite a bit easier than her entrance- she merely STEPS out of the tub. Typical. And proceeds to shake all of her wetness off, and on to me, as dogs do. Then she happily skips off and leaves me to deal with the aftermath. The bathroom is COVERED in thick black fur, which refuses to be mopped up because everything is wet!

But, I suppose the important thing is that Spice is clean!

Me on the other hand? Not so much. My hair, which I had pulled into a ponytail to prevent maximum damage, is wet and therefore beginning to curl. I am covered in spare fur. And my clothes are wet, especially where Spice decided to wipe her head on my shirt, because the towel wasn’t satisfactory, I guess.

But… the important thing is that Spice is clean… right? Please? Let me be right?

She’s clean… until she goes out to do her business later this evening and rolls in the grass! Ugh! *facepalm*