dogs.
1) Charlie, a fluffy, cuddley White West Highland, with big black
eyes. He's always happy to see you- which is great some days, and not
so great when you've just had a crap day. That would be 364 days a
year. My birthday being the good day. At least, when you're 15 it is.
2) Patches, well, she's small as well. We're not entirely sure what
she is. Some terrier, bit of basset hound. You get the picture. A
mongrel dog, but we don't like to use that word, the PC crowd'll be on
to us... Sssh... Patchy has pretty much one aim in life, and that's to
get you to throw her toy. Poor dog. When we taught her to play fetch
we didn't realize it'd consume her life. Sadly, because I'm not in
America, we don't have a doggy rehab center.
Anyway, them being full- time outdoor dogs, they get fairly mucky.
Paticularly obvious on Charlie, him being white an' all. So today,
ther weather here in Ireland being good, as Irish weather goes, I
decided today should be bath day.
Patches was to be the first vict... The first to be washed I mean,
seeing how she was hanging around, and not doing anything.
I actually swear that that dog is psychic. It's like she knew what I
was going to do. She actually went crazy while I was carrying her up
the stairs. Either that or she heard the bath filling.
Torture. You'd swear I was pulling her claws out! 6 hours later I
still have red marks on my arms. She was actually crazy.
Now, in comparison, Char-chars was a likkle angel, all "well behaved".
Not perfect, but a hell of a lot better. Although my shoulders now
hurt from having to hold the pair of them in place.
And I'd to mop the bathroom cause they shook themselves off. Grr.
So, a word of advice. Fork out the €45 and have Petmania do the
grooming for you.
