The War on Stank

I'm ensconced here behind the Baby Gate of Injustice because The Boys are clean, but damp, and a light coating of rose-scented baking soda on a damp dog might be the beginning of something interesting, but it isn't something I want to clean up after. GK has tried staring me down:

He has tried digging around and under:

He has even considered going over...

...but is handicapped by his inability/refusal to jump. Poor boy. He cannot believe how mean I am.

I said they were clean. That means we have accomplished the baths. Neither is a big fan of the bath, but they have figured out that pig ear comes after bathtime so they are compliant.

Pig ear has to be supervised because YB always finishes his first and harasses GK and tries to steal his. Sometimes being wet is so exciting that GK forgets himself and has an accident, so GK's bath is always ALWAYS followed IMMEDIATEMENT by a walk until I am satisfied that the tank is empty. As for YB, being clean is so upsetting that he feels compelled to roll around in the grass, mulch, whatever, until he can get as much of the offensive cleanliness off him as possible. He can get really desperate about it too.

And after They Boys are clean, the bathing chamber has to be cleaned too, and Bunny ends up all wet and smelling like medicated doggy shampoo and her hands are dried out and itchy. And we all need a nap.

The stinky rug is marinating in herbs. The collars are hanging in the sun to dry. The dog bedding is going in the dryer as soon as the sheets are dry. Windows are open and fresh air is circulating nicely. I made lunch AND caught up on Judge Judy without any sniffs of disapproval in the background.