bath time

Before heading to bed last night I checked the ingredients of our dog shampoo and discovered an all natural list. A bit of beer-fueled lateral thinking later I had a plan in place for a low-stress way to give Rowlf a bath.

The beer of last night saw me awake a bit late and a bit dusty. But I had a plan, so I collected the shampoo and a towel, a toy, some poo bags and one dog and then headed to Clive Park. Every great plan has a flaw and mine was signposted at Clive Park; Fox Baits, keep out. Hmmm. I figured there'd not be baits in the Harbour so I kept Rowlf on the leash, kept him super-close and headed down through he park to the water where I let him off and he belted - as expected - towards the wet stuff.

In up to his knees he span around and gazed at me with his "Ok, throw the ball! THROW THE BALL!" look on his face. A few throws and fetches later I gretted him with a palm full of shampoo, lathered him up and threw the ball again. Partly rinsed I lathered him up again and then we played a bit more fetch. The pan worked like a charm...apart from maybe the bit where the water I was using was ocean water...but hey, no biggie, because they swim in ocean water whenever they swim...

After his shampoo Sal arrive with Rumpole and we had some more playtime. The boys swam and then I tried to take a few airborne shots of Rowlf with some succss...but with a phone and not a camera...so I'm happy enough.

Sal, who had drove down with Rumpole drove up to get us a seat at a cafe on Sailors Bay Road as I took both dogs an walked them up the hill, giving them a chance to dry off. We continued to work on turning Rowlf into "cafe dog" and continued to fail, but we had a decent breakfast and the boys weren't too bad.

Back home I cut lawns, something I'd want to read about even less than I'd want to write about. However, after that I went diving...