Dog wash
I did it. I took Homie to the self-service dog wash. It's a tossup who came out wetter, but I liked it. The best part is not having to bend over. The second-best part is controlled temperature water, just about body temperature, with a nifty sprayer that is just the right intensity and shuts off smoothly because it isn't corroded or cracked or stuck from being baked in the sun while wet and dirty. The third-best part was the plump soft-voiced gal with no hair who kept an eye on us and was always there when we needed something (like lifting).
Homie acted like he was expecting to be burned with cigarettes.
He was lifted into a metal box like an elevated horse trailer, the door closed behind him, his neck leashed to the wall. This is the me not bending over part. He went rigid and bent into a c-shape, butt against the wall farthest from me, his hind legs crouched into a Z like a Lipizzaner stallion. This made it hard for me to wash all sides of him. I had to put my arms around him and scoot him like a sofa.
They provided a nifty rubber curry comb to get as much hair out as possible before washing so it wouldn't clog the drain. Shampoo (very dilute) and conditioner were provided in squeeze bottles. As I worked away, Homie's hind legs unbent very, very, very slowly. By the time we got to the towel part, his favorite, he was almost normal. He leaped down on his own, neatly avoiding the towel laid out for him so he wouldn't slip.
Then came the drying room. I had tried using my hair dryer on Homie once at home. He wasn't having any. But here he was once again made helpless and choiceless. The room was filled with long countertops divided into three-sided cubicles. We lifted him into one and leashed him to the wall. There was a long hose and an electrical switch in each cubical. The air was only very slightly warm, though noisy. Homie was suspicious but had to admit it wasn't half bad.
The wash was $13, not unreasonable, especially when compared to me carrying jars of warm water from the kitchen to the back yard and bending double for half an hour for all those coolish months of weekly medicated baths for the Demodex. Of course I also picked up $20 worth of frozen raw bison & rabbit chunks on my way out. This was a result of my dog fart research, raw food recommended for their microbial contributions to gut health. Sure, they had beef and chicken for a little less, but why not go all the way? I know they have to cull the bison herd at that park in Oklahoma.
Thumbs up for the dog wash!
Homie acted like he was expecting to be burned with cigarettes.
He was lifted into a metal box like an elevated horse trailer, the door closed behind him, his neck leashed to the wall. This is the me not bending over part. He went rigid and bent into a c-shape, butt against the wall farthest from me, his hind legs crouched into a Z like a Lipizzaner stallion. This made it hard for me to wash all sides of him. I had to put my arms around him and scoot him like a sofa.
They provided a nifty rubber curry comb to get as much hair out as possible before washing so it wouldn't clog the drain. Shampoo (very dilute) and conditioner were provided in squeeze bottles. As I worked away, Homie's hind legs unbent very, very, very slowly. By the time we got to the towel part, his favorite, he was almost normal. He leaped down on his own, neatly avoiding the towel laid out for him so he wouldn't slip.
Then came the drying room. I had tried using my hair dryer on Homie once at home. He wasn't having any. But here he was once again made helpless and choiceless. The room was filled with long countertops divided into three-sided cubicles. We lifted him into one and leashed him to the wall. There was a long hose and an electrical switch in each cubical. The air was only very slightly warm, though noisy. Homie was suspicious but had to admit it wasn't half bad.
The wash was $13, not unreasonable, especially when compared to me carrying jars of warm water from the kitchen to the back yard and bending double for half an hour for all those coolish months of weekly medicated baths for the Demodex. Of course I also picked up $20 worth of frozen raw bison & rabbit chunks on my way out. This was a result of my dog fart research, raw food recommended for their microbial contributions to gut health. Sure, they had beef and chicken for a little less, but why not go all the way? I know they have to cull the bison herd at that park in Oklahoma.
Thumbs up for the dog wash!
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