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On Tuesday,
after I finished putting lights on the fence, it was time for a shower. On the
spur of the moment, I decided I’d put Kuma in the shower too.
I thought I
could kneel on a towel on the floor, wet him down, apply shampoo, scrub and
then rinse. Wrong. There was no way he was going to stay in the shower with the
door open. Good thing I’d already disrobed.
In the shower
with the door closed, I was able to get him all squeaky clean. I got out of the
shower first to get the towel ready to toss over him before he could shake
water all over the bathroom. Goodness, but Kuma’s a fast little bugger. I
finally got a towel over him at the exit from the bathroom…good thing I’d
closed that door. I dried him as much as possible and put down a dry towel for
him to lay on while I took my shower.
While I was
cleaning myself, the noise Kuma was making was unbelievable. You would have
thought he was being tortured in some fashion. When I got out of the shower, he
was laying on the bathroom rug and the three towels I’d provided were in three
separate piles around the room. All in all, it took four huge beach towels to
dry my puppy.
Then I tried to
use the hair dryer on Kuma. He wouldn’t hold still for that, even on the low
setting. He’s seen me use it, but he didn’t like the idea of that hot air
blowing on him. I persisted and managed to get parts of him dryer than they had
been.
This was
followed in a bit by some brushing. I had to laugh because Kuma has waves on
the top of his back. Those waves became stand up curls and looked so very cute.
I did brush him for a bit and filled the brush twice with this soft downy hair.
I think it was the undercoat he’s supposed to have. There certainly weren’t any
longer stiffer hairs in the mix.
We were both
exhausted by the time the brushing was finished. We curled up on the couch
together, both of us smelling very clean.