Silas hates bath. HAAAATES bath. He tolerates showers better (my theory is that he’s used to rain, but not being immersed in water).
But my dog has a skin infection. Much like his mother, Silas has thin skin. That makes him more susceptible to skin infections, says the vet. Last time Silas had a skin infection, he was on antibiotics. But he’s a selective genius and learned how to eat the meat flavored pill pocket without actually eating the pill.
So this time around, Silas was prescribed a medicated shampoo. That has to sit for 5-10 minutes before being rinsed. Silas typically tries to jump out of the tub at minute two, and then puts on a martyred expression and whimpers and shakes for the rest of bath time.
Time for a new strategy. I decided to throw Silas in the shower with me and wash both our hair at the same time. And he was so well behaved, like a fake dog in a commercial. Like Eddie from Frasier. He actually sat down instead of hanging his head over the edge of the tub, gasping for air. I’m proud of him in a way that owners of mellow dogs could never understand.
This is what happens when you combine years of reading mommy blogs, a deep love of dogs, and a generous glass of wine.