Just take him in the shower with you

Famous last words. Of Bud, who suggested I take Copper in the shower with me last night when we noticed he needed a bath. Now, it worked out okay when he took him in the shower with him in Texas, and I know a lot of people take their pets in the shower. But this, this was a whole different level of chaos. This is in no way meant to be suggestive, but picture me in the shower with a relatively large dog, hair plastered to my face from water that is beating down, rendering me blind, trying desperately to hang on while shampooing the damn slippery mess. I couldn't push the hair out of my eyes for fear of letting go of the wet dog trapped precariously between my knees. It was like one of those challenges where they’re like: walk down the hill, swim a mile while putting on mascara, towel off, balance four eggs on your head, wrestle a full grown moose to the ground and write a blog that people will actually read. What?! I think what Copper was trying to tell us was, “I’m trying to grow dreadlocks, mon” and I am totally on board with that.