Sometimes I do wonder what the animals think about us humans? If they could only speak. But then we probably wouldn't want to hear what they would have to say.

When I call the dogs in for their foot & belly washes after a walkies through the mud & wet grass I sometimes wonder what they are thinking. I know what I am thinking. If you want to come into my house you aren't bringing in a bunch of mud onto my clean floors. So lets get with it gang & line up. NOW!

Missy is the last one to get washed she will always stay as far away as possible & not come when I call her. It is like catch me if you can old lady. Ha! Ha! I'll come when I darn well please.

In the mean time the two boys Baxter & Max are willing at the doggie wash to get cleaned off & I even have a special dry towel to dry them off. Content boys they are.

When Missy does decide to come for her doggie wash , I can feel this announce she has & by the look in her eyes, if looks could kill. I am gentle with her picking each foot up getting the mud off, washing under her belly & neck. Then there is the towel drying. After that all seems fine with her.