So this morning I was on the phone, on hold for about 45 minutes, waiting for an appointment clerk so that I could make an appointment for something. While on the phone, I let Chena out in the back yard. Then, as I sat there, listening to the mind-numbing recording that played over and over and over and over again, only interrupted by the occasional bodyless voice that told me what number I was in the queue….I forgot she was out there.
For some dogs, it may not be a big deal, but you see – Chena is a “hider.” She actually tries to bury her bones in her bed, scratching at it and sometimes even flipping it over with her nose and hiding her bones and toys under her bed. I’ve found them hidden under the sofa, hidden behind the treadmill, and often under the futon in my office. Hiding is her thing. It’s kind of funny.
Unless you forget she is outside and leave her out there for too long.
Then her “hiding” turns into digging. A couple of times she has dug little holes, chasing beetles. She loves beetles. She thinks they are gourmet goodies with their crunchy shells and gooey filling.
We’ve scolded her for digging and then had to fix the holes.
But this morning? Well, apparently she thought she was going to come to the front door since I had left her out there for too long.
Because she started digging…and dig she did.
I remembered that she was still in the back yard and went to the door to let her in. And it took her a while to come from around the side of the house. Honestly, after seeing what she did, she may have already been at the front door, and had to make her way back to the door I was calling her to.
You see, I was greeted by a happy, filthy, orange dog. A dog covered with red clay.
Oh my heavens.
This meant she was going to have to have a bath.
The dog that shrieks at getting wet, like you are killing her. Hates going out in the rain. She even flips out when I mist her with “doggy perfume” to freshen her up without giving her a full out bath.
So I brought her in the door and dragged her to the bathroom.
Now I get to shampoo the carpet because she had clay between her toes…
I wrestled her into the bathroom and hurriedly closed the door.
The entire time, Hickory Pete was hissing and growling and carrying on. You see he does not like it when Chena is noisy or he deems her as misbehaving.
So I grabbed a stack of towels, the doggy shampoo and a container for pouring water over my orange dog.
So there I was, locked in the bathroom with the tangerine dog, mumbling that my husband was locked away in his “vault” at work and not there to help me with this, warm water in the tub and angry cat hissing and growling and pawing under the door – trying to swat Chena for being a naughty dog.
What I wouldn’t have given for a camera recording this entire scene. It would have been a winner on America’s Funniest Home Videos – if ever there was one.
Oddly enough, when I plopped Chena in the water, she was fine. She sort of “spazzed” for a second, but then she actually half-relaxed and half-laid down in the warm water. She let me wash her and only attempted to get out of the tub twice. When it was time to get her out, she actually sat still while I let go of her to reach for the towel that I had left on the counter.
I dried her off as best I could and let her go and shake, shake, shake. Then it was time to clean the aftermath in the bathroom. I’m pretty sure I’m going to need “Drain-O” for the tub.
Hours later, her fur is still wet. Husky-pound puppy fur sure holds a lot of water!
I do believe I will let the husband handle fixing the hole in the yard. He got off easy today.