Last night was Dog Bath Night at Casa Fosterfamily. Dog Bath Parties are not a rigidly scheduled occurence. Rather, they happen when one of the critters rolls around in something particularly foul, has a series of very muddy walks, or, well, just gets that very doggy smell. Last night’s party falls mostly in the third category. As it turns out, two wonderdogs get smelly faster than just one wonderdog on its own.
For Dog Bath Night, we put on our scrubbiest clothes, throw a bunch of towels down on the bathroom floor, and lure the dogs in with some particularly delicious treats. I don’t know if this is a pit bull thing or if all dogs are like this, but Lolita and Chick are both very wary of bath parties. They pout, they tremble, they tuck their tail so far between their legs that it almost hits them in the face. It’s sad and adorable at once. But mostly just adorable. Here’s the proof in pictures:
is there a rope ladder around here anywhere?
check out my acrobatic tongue
After the hour-long ordeal, we had two very pouty, very clean, and very damp little wonderdogs. I snuggled them each up in a blanket and fed them a chewy snack to celebrate.
Love and a Six-Foot Leash 
