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Yesterdy I came home from spending a night in hell, er I mean my friends house...., and I was so tired I fell in bed as soon as a got home, around 2:00 pm.
We had stayed up all night talking about boys, dogs, and other things so around 2 at noght we went to sleep and 8 in teh morning wee woken up by her spoiled litle brother turning on her TV as loud as it could go. When we told him to turn it off he started crying, hes 4 years old, and he mom told us to let him watch the TV. Things like this went on the whole time I was there so naturally i was glad to leave. It kinda makes me think why I ever went back there, I guess it would have been pretty bad to tell my friend no cuz I think her family is crazier then my own.
Anyways, I got up around five and got something to eat. Charlie was outside sleeping in his dog house AKA the tool shed attached to the house, he came inside when I called him. I just ran my fingures through his fur and looked into his eyes feeling as if I have been seperated from him for years, he acted teh same only mor excited. Jumping up bon me and trying to lick my face even tho he knows he is not supposd to do that. We watch the Dog Whisperer for a while with him lieing down beside me as I watch naughty dogs get helped. Its during this time that i notice he hasnt had a bath in weeks and his once white parts of him are a pale brown. Its dark outside by now so a waterhose bath is out of the question and my mom doesnt allow me to give him a bath inside in our bath tub. But mom wouldnt be home for hours.
I called Charlie into the bath room with me, turned on my radio in the next room to a hear-able degree, then locked the door behind Charlie. I lift him up, hes a 50 lb dog so for me that is a work out, then lower him into an inch of warm water aalready in the tub. I dont put any more water in it orelse it would just be a waste. Shutting the faucet off I pick up a nearby plastic cup in one hand and hold the dog's collar in teh other and begin rining him off. Next i take my Brown Sugar scented shampoo and soap him up, I notice the mell of it starts to calm him down and relax him. Or maybe its jsut that he thinks he is being petted while I lather his fur up. I rinse him off again till I feel nomore soap in his fur then shut both shower doors and set out towls on the floor, holding on large towel in my hands. Nex ti open one of the glass shower doors and Charlie jumps out onto the towel covered floor.
I waste no time wrapping him in a towel seconds before he starts slinging water madly from his fur. By now despite my efforts the bathroom iswet and I am dirtier then Charlie before his bath. I dry him off then open the bathroom door to let him out. He prances out, proudly displaying his now sugar scented body to the cats who act lik the dont even care. I begin cleaning the bathroom, picking up wet towels off the floor, soaking up water from the walls, cabnets and the mirror. Without warning I hear the front door open. Its my mom.
I scurry in the bathroom at a break neck pace so that it actually almost looks just like the way I found it. I hear Charlie walk up to her and dance around happy to be clean or to see her I dont know which. I hear her talk to him then say "Hello?" like she thinks noone is home. I come from out of the hall and grin innocently at her. She looks from the damp form of Charlie then at how dirty and wet I am and like the calm before a storm I expect the worst. She must have had a hard working time, working at the ranch cuz all she says is that she told me not to give him a bath in out bathroom. I sigh in releif as she walks to her room.
For the next few hourse Charlie follows me around the house in a prance, grinning and wagging his tail everytime I look at him. Later I take a shower and let him outside where he donesnt ask to come back in but instead spends the night underthe stars with our neighbors dog and him curled up together. This morning I went to let him in and he comes up to me with dirty paws. It was still worth it.
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