We move into our new apartment in Texas on Monday, so, naturally, last weekend Mom and Dad thought Kat and I needed to take a bath. I'm not sure why that seemed like an obvious thing to them. I think I do a pretty good job keeping myself clean!
I don't have any pictures of the actual bath because Mom didn't want to get her phone or camera wet, but I do have this picture of the shower post-two-husky-bath. As I always say, if I have to suffer a bath, Mom has to suffer some clean-up!
Here I am post-bath, waiting to escape the bathroom.
Mom and Dad have a system for bath time. First Mom gives one of us a bath, then Dad comes and grabs whoever is wet and promptly escorts that poor husky outside, trying to prevent shaking all the way. Then while the other one of us is getting a bath, the first one is getting a blow out. This time, Kat went first, so by the time I got outside, she was pretty much done with her blow out.
Here I am waiting for my blow out.
Dad always gets to do the blow out. He thinks it's really rewarding to find a patch of super loose fur and get it all out. What a weird-o!
While I don't like taking a bath, I don't mind getting a blow out, especially when I get some good air on my neck. It's just like riding with your head out the car window, only much safer!
After what felt like several hours, I was finally done with my bath. I look pretty awesome and am totally ready to go melt some hearts in Texas. There are so many people there who haven't told me how handsome I am yet!