It takes a while to fill up, so you have to kinda' plan the bath and have some time carved out.
I filled it up, and even dug up the sea mineral mask I had paid way too much for and slathered that on.
I opened the door and let one chihuahua out of the bathroom, while the other (read: fatter and older) chihuahua stayed perfectly still in his self rolled blanket burrito.
The tub was finally full. Enough doors have been closed and locked between the kids and I that I can no longer hear them.
A peaceful ten minutes passed.
**wretch! wretch! --hurl---**
My dog barfed up what looked to be a good portion of the compost pile (no doubt from last nights black op).
**wretch! wretch! --hurl---**
Still barfing. Oh and now cleaning it up by himself, great. I don't know which sound is more repulsive.
That dog spends 80% of his day sleeping in his bed. But he waited for the rare opportunity when I was there with him to share his special trick with me.
Gah!
The offender, who was too nervous/ill to hold still.
