Saturday baths

(Dictation from Doug, who did the bathing)

First, Boscoe.

I was going to give them their baths in the basement, but I realized that would be a problem with Boscoe, so we had to go upstairs. Boscoe was immediately wary. He was standing in the hallway looking at me with that look that says "impending doom." I picked him up before he could back away, and put him in the tub, and he immediately started shaking. Almost more than he shook yesterday at the vet.

The problem with doing that in the tub is that there's no flexible hose upstairs. I had to take a washcloth and go at him. He backed away from the water with his butt up against the back of the tub, and I decided to close the curtain and put the shower on. He looked like Eeyore when I did that.

So I soaped him up and rinsed him off as best I could with a drinking glass. That took a long time. Put the towel on top of him and toweled him off and picked him up and lifted him out of the tub and then he raised hell. Ran downstairs and ran through the house to dry off.

Then Riley:

Had to grab him and drag him down the basement. He knew something was up. I left him in the laundry room to go get things ready and when I came back he had disappeared. He was up by the door again so I had to grab him again and drag him down. But once I got him in the shower, he just stood there and tucked his tail. He didn't give any resistance. Just kind of took it like a man. Like a mopey man.

If they were at the gallows, Boscoe would have been wetting his pants and Riley would have been the quiet resigned one.

Then Riley ran outside when I went to get wood, and he started rolling in the snow. I said, "Come on, Riley, come back in the house," and he stood and looked at me and refused to do what I said. He paid me no mind the rest of the evening.