Well wouldn't you know. I had this all typed up once, hit a wrong button, and lost the whole thing. I guess this is take two, let's cross our paws it works.
Dogs teach us several lessons throughout our life with them. How to love, how to enjoy life, and the benefit of a belly rub.
With Simon, I learned how to give a bath...in the sink.
Simon wasn't a fan of the bath. That whole getting wet, smelly
shampoo, slippery tub thing didn't work for him. He did it, and without a
fuss. But would let mommy know his displeasure afterwards. I always
needed new sheets after bath day.
In the winter he would get spared from the bath, unless one was
really REALLY needed. I found doggy oatmeal wipes, and would "dust him
off" with those during the colder months. But in the summer, we got
regular baths, and a new routine had to be worked out.
Besides Simon not being a fan. Hovering over the tub for a long time
would hurt my back and knees. So in the idea of using what we had, we
set out to find a way to make it work.
Option one: The shower. Holding him in the shower to soap and rinse,
then letting him out to run free and dry off. Myself stepping back in to
take a shower too...in cold water. This plan worked in desperate times.
But overall wasn't the best.
Option two: The bathroom sink. It was the right size, easy on my back
and knees, and Simon could even lay down...or nap. I was also able to
pull up a chair if need be. We would get the water warm, lay him on his
side, soap him up, and then do the same to the other side. The water
would massage his belly as it came from the faucet. It was a weenie spa
day. And Simon started to like a bath.
He did get one more bath, in what would come to be his last bath, in
a tub. There are pictures of it here on TB. But for the remainder of
his life, he was the dog in the sink.