Today I took Max to the custom-made shower facility just for dogs. We’ve discussed this solution to clean Max up, but always wound up doing something else. This time, when Diane made a trip to the commissary, she dropped me and Max at the facility, and I had the pleasure of introducing him to something completely foreign to him.

He wasn’t a fan. Not even for one minute. But he tolerated it with a little encouragement. I think the worst part for him was the blow dryer because it was pretty loud for the little guy.

He looks pretty pitiful during the process, but he let me do it. He came out smelling very nice and he was happy. We walked home from the shower, and we were both totally dry when we got there.

In case you missed it during a previous post, here’s what the shower looks like:

Diane arrived shortly after we got home so he let me know that he loved her the most because she doesn’t get him all wet. Just wait until he figures out that she’s the reason I have to wash him. I suspect he’s already suspicious, because I’m the one who washes him all the time. I bet he’s wondering why.

The rest of the day was a blur for me because all of us took naps. We stayed up too late last night and ate snacks and such too close to bedtime. Diane paid for it because I slugged her a couple of times in the shoulder during one of my infrequent thrashing dreams. That won’t happen tonight because we’re going to bed at a reasonable time.

Like, now.

See you tomorrow.