And a special one, at that. Care to know why? Ohhh you know, because today is the day Happy get’s her monthly bath! (Oh dear. Writing that in words makes Happy sound SoStankin’Gross).
Whenever the first of the month rolls around (Newsflash: that’s TOMORROW for those of you who are still in the mindset that it’s mid-July. Okay. So maybe that’s just me? Sigh, always behind the times…) we take our little Happster into the guest bathroom for some scrub-a-dub-dub time.
Ya know, I’m not exactly sure how this monthly habit started. Heck, I don’t even know how often dogs are supposed to be washed. Is there a rule about this? Actually…don’t answer that. I don’t want to know how wrong I am and end up feeling like a horrible doggie-parent. (I already have too much stress on my mind, considering the fact I’m in the middle of my epidemiology final. Hrmph.)
All I know is that this time-line works for us, and we have yet to have a stinky doggie on our hands.
This scrubalicious time-line also works out well for us because we give Happs her monthly flea/tick meds on the 1st of every month. It’s like a clean-slate every single month.
In addition, Happy gets her heart-worm medicine after every bath. To her, this little brown-turd-o-medicine is like the treat of all treats. Whenever we free her from her bath towel and she hears the words, “Happy…do you want your *medicine*??!?”…
… she immediately prances over to the kitchen carpet (the place where all treats are administered, duhhh) and waits patiently for us to open the foil packaging.
After a good (hand)“shake,” “ nutmeg,” and a “rollover” (or three), we hand over the medicine treat to Happy and she scampers off to her doggie-bed as if she just scored the jackpot of all treats. You’d think they laced this stuff with pure bacon. Or crack.
These are the pattern of events that go down every single month on the 1st, and for the past 10 months we’ve had Happs, these shenanigans have left me a laughing (and smiling) fool every.single.time.
Every now and then, Ryan and I have a field-fest clipping Happy’s nails.
Scratch that, I am the one that clips Happy’s nails, as Ryan becomes a nervous, shaky mess at the sight of the clippers. Not exactly the picture of safety.
To circumvent having to deal with a bouncy and curious pupsqueak, I’ve mastered the art of clipping Happy’s nails while she’s in “sleepy-mode.”
I’ve mentioned before on the bloggy-blog that once 9PM rolls around, Happy’s “on” button gets switched to “off.” (This reminds me, I seriously need to figure out who’s in charge of her remote control and offer them some bribes…I mean peace-offerings).
Another thing Happy loves? Being brushed. By her daddy. I’m not sure who likes this more… but it’s pretty adorable to see Ryan grab Happy’s brush and head out to the porch with her pouncin’ at his heels with excitement. Melt-my-heart, whydon’tyou.
I blame summer. And the hot-like-FIYA temperatures.
Is it just me, or do dogs shed more in the summer? This is probably another super-obvious question that I should already know the answer to, but my brain is fried and I’d rather just hear y’alls input.
So please, do tell! How often do you wash your dog? Or rather, do you even wash your dog? How often does nail-clipping in your household happen? And brushing?
Speaking of brushing, do you brush your dogs teeth? Our vet gave us some doggie-toothpaste and a doggie-toothbrush a while back, but we have yet to test it out on Happs. He said to “train” her with peanut-butter first, so she’d like the sensation of the toothbrush.
So, if you DO brush your dog’s teeth, how often do ya brush’em?!