What was that word? Pig fat, oh yes, now I remember.
Last week Matt decided he couldn’t look at Sinatra anymore in his then current state. He had been blowing coat for a couple of weeks. One would have thought that we had an overgrown, shedding, pig fat Champion Saint Bernard on our grounds. Oh wait—we do!!! But really, he was in desperate need of a bath. Matt said screw it, skipped the blow out and threw him in the tub to soak. Yes, that would be MY tub, the six foot long, two and one half foot deep tub…..and that dog loves it as much as I do! He lays down on his side and the eyes are barely open, the snoring is barely audible and the grunting is gruntastic. We could seriously leave him in there all day and he wouldn’t move. He doesn’t like it when Matt asks him to lay on the other side. Now that would entail work and he’s soaking, don’t bother me, man!
So after his bath at the Brogan Spa, he goes up on the grooming table to get blow dried. And that was like a whole afternoon ordeal. It kept raining and he kept coming inside and drooling all over the floors and then Rowan would *try* to crawl through it and would slip and do head plants. It was like this vicious cycle because she was so in to Sinatra. He is much more interesting than the two house dogs we have. He just lays there on the kitchen floor with his back legs out for anyone to rub his belly. Too bad he didn’t realize that little Rowan wasn’t going to rub that belly for him. Instead, she would go up to him and pull big bunches of hair out of his coat.
He finally gets dry between showers and falls asleep on the kitchen floor until it’s time to go out to the kennels to get fed. Matt lets him out the front door and he runs to the back of the house and makes a beeline down the path to the kennels. I am watching this from the kitchen. It was almost like he was just the happiest dog on the earth. I could almost hear him shouting to Polly, “I’m clean! Look at me, I’m clean!” And then the route he was taking to the kennels was an odd one. He didn’t hang a right like I thought he would to go say hi to Polly, he kept going straight towards Patsy’s run. And then I said to myself, “He’s going to pee on Patsy’s kennel.” And he did just that. Lifted his leg, peed all over it, as if to say “F you Pats…I’m clean….and I’m da man”
Yes, he has put on some weight. But he looks pretty good. I don’t really care how fat he is right now. Polly is on Day 3 of her cycle, which means he’s going to drop a good 20 pounds next week and hopefully we will have puppies in October!!!!
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