Give that dog a bath!

Scene of the crime.

In an effort to get them ready for their vet appointment (rabies blood test yay!) tomorrow, both dogs got a bath tonight.

Maddie does not like getting a bath. 

I smartly sensed that Maddie was close to the end of her rope, what with the soap, cold running hose water, and her mom yanking her this way and that - trying to get a good picture of her pain. Not wanting to be the next recipient of a face transplant, I put my camera away.

Lucy, on the other hand, is a whore for the camera.

Yup, totally just called this dog a whore.

Her hatred/fear of baths are outweighed by her need for anyone's love and attention, so the camera stayed out and we got busy.

She may have regretted her decision at one point. 

But remained brave.  Or at least too scared to run away.

When we were done there was a lot of shaking. 

A lot of contemplation.

A huge, disgusting  mess.

And a whole lot of begging for a treat. And a walk. And a pony.

I agreed to the treat first. Then the walk.

You know who stopped writing emo poetry and emerged from her graffiti covered bedroom at the mention of treats.

All in all it went pretty well. Everyone is still alive, faces intact, bodies clean. Except for me I guess. I'm covered in dog hair.