5.20.2018

May 19, 2018

White Dog avoided the congestion of gawkers crowded in the hallway outside the bathroom. Tizenegy was in the tub, getting his first official White Dog Army spa day.

His noises had attracted the curious; they were not cries of fear or pain but strange little alien honks and chirps...and an occasional WOOF.

In this adventure, we learned Tizenegy does NOT like being carried. He yelled at Steve the entire 50' from his bed to the bathtub.And then he yelled when Steve set him down.

Tiz was patient but refused to admit he enjoyed the cool soapy water and Steve's massage during the bath. His tail swished left and then right to make sure Steve got all of the spots with a bit of grime or loose furs.

All scrambled for cover as we learned Tizenegy prefers to shake it off while walking rather than be towel dried. His furs hold LOTS of water...AND he twists his body to fling the wetness with a good force (even Bailey in the way back of her kennel got wet).

Steve lifted him up to our bed covered in multiple layers of towels, as is the tradition, to blot dry and cuddle post bath.Our boy just was not sure about being up on the human bed. He sat rather than reclined and draped his head over my shoulder as he squirmed to find a way through the Army surrounding us so that he could jump down.

NOPE to nail trim; overload of new experiences. ABSOLUTELY NO buzzing things (like the trimmer) near the backside. And I can hear you just fine so put the ear cleaning stuff BACK in the drawer.

White Dog tapped my foot and indicated that her brother had been pushed as far as he could stand and that maybe those other grooming tasks could be introduced later, one at a time.

Tizenegy was calm enough to remember to ask, "There ARE treats after all of this, right?"

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