My name's Angel & I'm a petite little golden Tibetan Spaniel...but I HATE baths. My mother always says, 'But, Angel, have you ever DIED from taking a bath?' DYING has nothing to do with it...it's what baths do to my DIGNITY.
She puts me in a baby- bath...would you believe. A white plastic human baby- bath...& I'm 8 yrs old, which is middle-aged in a dog's life.
I mean...would my mother get out & sit in a baby bath in the middle of the backyard...with all the neighbours watching?????
The best tip I can give to my fellow doggies is to RUN AND HIDE as soon as you see ANYTHING that means BATH. Like she starts pulling out the dog towels or getting the shampoo off the shelf....or, horror, picking up the baby-bath.
My next tip is to hide behind the big spreading mango tree. It works fine...like you're in the shade,too. But our pesky neighbours always say, when they hear my mother calling me, 'Angel's behind the mango tree.'
All I've got to do now is figure out how to get rid of the neighbours. So I visit with my friend, Elvis the Doberman, every afternoon & he's giving me a few tips on how to do that. But I'm open to suggestions.
Marie