Piggysnoot

Yesterday morning I was rustled from my slumber at 7:30 am (on a Sunday, no less) to the sound of Larry throwing up. Lovely. He came in the bedroom after he was finished and proclaimed that he felt much better and was going to take a shower…and I should go back to sleep. He left the door to the bathroom open, I’m assuming so the dog wouldn’t whine in the hallway and keep me awake.

Next thing I hear is the door to the shower sliding open, and:

“You wanna take a bath, Pixel?”

“Well come on in.”

“Come on. Jump right in.”

I can tell the moment he brings her in the shower because she starts to protest. He quickly closed the door and sealed her fate…she was gettin’ a bath, like it or not.

At this point I could no longer sleep. I was wondering if he even had her puppy shampoo in the shower or not. Then I got to thinking that I better make sure because people shampoo isn’t good for puppies. So I snuck into the bathroom and found the funniest scene ever.

Imagine this: You enter the bathroom to find your husband all soaped and shampooed up because he’s taking a shower. You see him crouched down on his knees, washing the puppy…who is also all shampooed up. She’s trying to escape by climbing the wall of the shower. It was priceless! My mom said, “Too bad you didn’t take the camera in,” because we have a clear glass shower door…woulda make a great scrapbooking moment, huh?!

Final note: He did have her puppy shampoo, and I suspect she’ll never again be curious as to what exactly is going on in the shower!