Weird, I grant you. Also totally and hopelessly mundane and pointless. So here’s the story:
Our little dog, Max (a black and white Smooth Fox Terrier), is one of those scared-of-thunderstorms doggies. Tonight we had a doozy – bursts of heavy rain, flashes of lightening, LOUD thunder-booms – as I said, a doozy. During such a storm, Max is a mess – trembling, whining and panting. I was making supper, so I couldn’t bother with him and Kevin, after a long weekend’s work in our yard (he built an enclosure for the garbage can and heat pumps, and worked on our new brick patio), was achey and wanted to take a bath. Max, seeking shelter, went into the bathroom with Kevin. After a while, I took Kevin up a beer and found that Max, rather than sleeping on the bath mat as he usually does, had hopped up on the lip of the garden tub above Kevin’s head. I laughed, gave Kev his beer and went back to making supper. A bit later, I went back to check on them and found Max in the tub along with Kevin!! Apparently, he slipped off the edge and fell in and then didn’t want to get out. It was the funniest damned thing! Kevin was naked and Max had that pitiful, scrawny look a small dog gets when he’s wet. Kevin was kind of washing him with a washcloth and murmering baby-talk to him. And, every once in a while, Max would shake himself and Kevin would have to use the washcloth to wipe off his own face. Kind of gross, really… But very funny. I wish I’d taken a picture. I could have used the digital camera and used Photoshop to blur Kevin’s naughty-bits… Of course, then people seeing the picture might think he’s a non-anatomically-correct Ken-doll type, which, of course, he is not… On the other hand, if I started showing around pictures of Kevin in the bathtub with the dog, people thinking he’s a Ken doll would probably be the least of the misunderstandings!
Jess (this didn’t come out as funny in writing as it did in real life, but I’m oddly compelled to post it anyway. Really. It was a scream!)
Well, when my mom’s dogs need to be bathed, the sensible thing to do is just get naked and get in the shower with them. Not quite as cute as sharing a bathtub, though!
One of my dogs had never been bathed in the bath, only the kitchen sink & didn’t seem to realise it was full of water. It came into the bathroom & then decided to jump on me for a hug…the look of shock on its face as it realised it had voluntarily jumped into warm, clean, soapy water was priceless. Worth having to hop out of the bath & shower off & wash a surprisingly dirty dog when I hadn’t planned to, just to see it…:D.
None of my dogs have ever like bathing, so voluntarily climbing in is unheard of.
A friend in the US has a cat who absolutely loves having a shower. He’ll climb in with anyone. Quite a sight to see. Something else to experience I tell ya
It’s the only way I’ve ever bathed our chihuahua. She’s pretty amenable about it actually, but she also tries to drink the bathwater (eww!) if I don’t keep her distracted.
My pugs always loved baths. Other pug owners say theirs do, too – must be a breed trait.
When they were younger, and I started collecting up the dog shampoo and the dog towels, my Tori would jump into the dry bathtub and stand there woofing at me as though to say, “Yay, bathtime! Hurry up!”. While I bathed her, Chubby would stand on her hind legs and peer jealously over the edge at Tori, as though to say, “Hey, why do you get to go first? You are so going to get your ass kicked when you get out . . .”
Thats adorable ! None of my dogs ever liked to be washed. Swimming in the lake at camp is different, but if the hose comes out or they hear running water in the bathtub, its run and hide time.
And hey, finding him in the tub with the dog is better than a lot of things. I read about a guy coming home early from work , only to find his wife letting their dog lick her um…private area… LOL!
That’s the funny thing – Max usually really hates a bath. He usually runs amd hides when he hears the word ‘bathtime.’ But he hates thunderstorms even worse, poor guy.
And, RTFirefly? Let’s face it, what passes for ‘normal’ at a Dopefest is pretty subjective, isn’t it?
Um, was he taking a bath while there was a storm going on? I thought that was dangerous.
I once tried to take my cat Fluffy into the bathtub with me when I was about 8 years old and she gouged out my shoulder practically trying to get out.
Our one cat, Misty, a Turkish Angora, INSISTS on being in the bathroom when anyone is taking a shower or a bath. She sits beside the tub and if you stick your head out she’ll start licking your face. When she was a baby, she used to jump INTO the shower, but she hasn’t for years, thank god. I think I read somewhere that Angoras like water.
My cat Booker (R.I.P.) was just a tiny, tiny kitten when we got him. He came from the pound and he was really sick. He got so attactched to my mom that he would never stop following her–he’d even get into the shower with her. He’d sit down near the drain and get out when she turned off the water. My mom would towel herself off, then rub him down, and he’d finish by licking himself dry.
He was such a good cat. He would sleep in the sink (not while it was turned on), and he would let me and my friends push him around in the baby stroller. He got hit by a car when I was in 4th grade, and I still miss him.
like guinastasia, my first thought was: “who bathes during a storm?” i’ll go in the kitty litter before i go near a bathroom during an electrical storm.
i’m not gonna be struck on the loo; oh no, not gonna be in the headlines for that!
i’m rather surprized there aren’t more men and dog bathing stories. most guys do nearly everything with dogs. (note the nearly, please!) eat meals, pee outside, chase tails…
I had to get in the bath with my dog in order to bathe her - if the door was open even the teensiest bit, she’d somehow get around me and jump out. It was absolutely impossible to keep her in the tub if I wasn’t in there too, with the door closed.
And yes, LolaCocaCola, grody to the max sums it up just about right.
