Maybe this is a sad basis for date night, but between a bath for Inez, a bottle of white hauled back from our trip to Mendocino, and a dinner of Wisconsin cheddar, local oyster mushrooms from the farmers' market, and salad greens plucked from our very backyard, this is honestly the most fun I've had in weeks.
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Sounds good to me! Especially when the dog is as mellow about being bathed as Inez seems to be.
That's so funny, because she *hates* the water. She used to cower in a corner whenever we ran the bath, but now a snap over the tub and she hops right in (with her standard Eeyore disposition: Go ahead, do what you must). I guess it always cracks us up a little -- esoteric dog-person humor, of course -- but a good laugh goes a long way these days.
When I was a kid, we had a mess of ugly, mutty country dogs, and my cousin Kerri and I loved nothing more than giving them all baths. (My mother has the patience of a saint.)
When the world goes to shit on you, I say go back and do what made you happiest when you were a kid. Dog washing is way up there on my list.
"Simplify! Simplify!"
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