..actually...it was a shower.
Yeah. It's a funny story.
I was in the shower and Braxie usually curls up on the bathmat waiting for me. He was there when Mr. B walked by the hallway looking for him. When he saw him there, he was teasing..
"Hey, little Buddy, wanna take a shower with Mommy? haha"
I heard this and said "Why not"?"
"The puppy shampoo is under the sink in the white bottle with the red label....just get me that and give him to me.."
"Yeah, I keep it under the sink all the time.."
"No, not about the shampoo...about Braxie?"
As he handed him into me, he was a bit apprehensive ...Mr. B...well, OK and Braxie.
As I held him I slowly put him under the soft sprinkles of our shower head - we have one of those big ones that sprinkle softly in a big area - he was fine.
Mr. B helped me get the shampoo on him and he was holding on tight to me, but not really upset.
We finished "our" shower and I handed Braxie off to his Daddy who had a huge, soft towel ready to wrap him up in.
He dried off fluffy and clean, and I did too. Well, not quite as fluffy as he, but just as clean anyway.
So, maybe instead of the cold porcelain sink, we may use this method for Braxie.
After, he was exhauted. Resting warmly under the quilt, he dozed.
Sweet dreams, Braxie...
"Hey Lulu...wanna shower??"...
"I can still see you even if you're hiding your eyes....Nah, wouldn't try this with Lulu the Princess Warrior if my life depended on it...she has no sense of humor...