I shampoo with the discount stuff from the store. Roxie uses Wen.
Stef sometimes comes to Orange County with a list of errands she needs done. Today’s list included a bath for Roxie. I’m the dog wrangler.
Bath here is used in the most general sense. Roxie (accompanied by a bathing suited me) headed to the master bath shower. She had never been in one before!
I turned off the main shower head and began gently wanding rain on Roxie’s back. She was good with it.
I shampoo with the discount stuff from the store. Roxie uses Wen. I had to play chemist and mix the proper strength before we could get going.
Roxie’s fur is a lot thicker than Doppler’s. It took more to get her clean and much more to rinse her thoroughly. We were left with small hair clumps on the shower floor.
As of this hour Roxie is the cleanest dog in Orange County.
I’m told she did not like the blow dryer. I wasn’t there. My shower followed Roxie’s.
“Oh,” Helaine said as she returned from shopping. “I didn’t expect you to take a shower yet.”
She had shower plans for me… and Doppler.
Recently, dog wash time has meant Doppler joining me in the master bathroom’s shower. When I’m done Helaine wields the blow dryer.
Doppler is nonchalant about the whole thing. She doesn’t enjoy showers, but she does nothing to fight them. No squirming or yelping. She doesn’t cower. She just lets it happen!
I use the shower’s wand to soak her, then apply the dog shampoo and rub. Helaine is in charge of the brush/blow dryer combo. We keep the blow dryer at its lowest setting.
The result is one fluffy dog–a lamb cloud!
There was a clump of hair the size of a collie down there! Oh, that’s where it’s been going.
There are jobs that are Helaine’s. There are jobs that are mine.
Helaine handles the finances (masterfully) and keeps us organized. I kill varmints and act as our inept handyman.
That was my role yesterday–handyman.
Though I was oblivious to it Helaine noticed a slowdown in the shower drain.
In my world being oblivious is an energy saving device. That’s a guy thing, right?
I headed upstairs with needle nose pliers, a screwdriver and a medical clamp I acquired in the 70s. Don’t ask. I just acquired it–’nuff said.
Once I lifted the cap the cause of the stoppage was obvious. There was a clump of hair the size of a collie down there! Oh, that’s where it’s been going.
If you’ve never performed this thankless job beware–the hair stinks! No, really. It’s awful.
I went downstairs, got a plastic bag and removed it in much the same way Stef removes Roxie’s poop from the lawn. Yuck!
Today Helaine turned to me and said, “My ankles thank you.”
It’s no wonder she married me. I’m such a macho stud with crazy handyman skills.