shaken & stirred

welcome to my martini glass


why does this house smell like wet dog?

I wonder...

Stage one: Brushing!

(The keen-eyed will note the manuscript on the floor in the background.)

Stage two: George makes his feelings known in his classic passive/passive style.

Stage three: Are we done yet?

Stage four: Let's get everything wet. But still: clean wet dog smells slightly better than dirty dry dog!


  • At 6:29 PM , Blogger chance said...

    awwwww. I think George was washing Christopher, though.

  • At 6:50 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Heh. I just gave my yellowdog a bath. Now he's following me around with a big doggy smile, shaking all over the place.

    Very handsome George!

    - Hannah

  • At 9:39 PM , Anonymous Darice said...

    It is always very exciting (did I say exciting? I meant PAINFUL) when we wash our cats.

    Well, cat, actually, as only one will tolerate it -- er, will not slash us completely to ribbons, instead preferring to climb up our legs as though they were trees, bewailing the cruelty of life the entire time in a voice that makes your teeth hurt.

    Come to think of it, we haven't washed her in a while. But then cats mostly wash themselves, right?

    Your George actually looks like he might be enjoying himself, but not letting you know, of course. ;)

  • At 10:45 PM , Anonymous Jeff said...

    Can I FedEx you guys a dog that nees a bath? Be warned, she hates baths. And she's not a fan of the FedEx folks either.

  • At 11:11 PM , Blogger Karen said...

    It looks like Mr Rowe is gathering enough hair there to build a mini-George. Also, I really like the trim woodwork in your house.

  • At 9:43 AM , Blogger Douglas Hoffman said...

    Yes, there are worse things than wet dog. Between the time we bought our house and the time we moved in, a civet cat died in the attic -- or at least, that's what our handyman seemed to make of the smell. As far as we could tell, it was a SKUNK. After injecting the ceiling with deodorants (via four inch spinal needles -- hey, they're multipurpose!) the place became livable.

    Then the rats moved back in.

  • At 12:38 PM , Blogger Bill S. said...

    I like the giant clump of fur that resulted from the brushing. We have two labs, and you can always tell when summer is here by the amount of fur that accumulates on the hardwood floors. And whenever they get excited and start running around, they leave a cloud of fur in the air behind them. It's sort of like a Warner Brothers cartoon.


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