Clyde got a pretty, brand-spanking-new collar a couple of weeks ago, purchased from our favorite boutique. But before he could wear it, he needed to clean up and get rid of that ring-around-the collar that the old collar had left behind.
Of course, this means bee-ay-tee-aytch. We didn't take him to the vet's office for it, this time. Grammaw was feeling bold enough to do it herself. And Clyde, swell feller that he is, didn't give her a hard time. He climbed into the tub without having to be lifted or any such, and received his waterdogging like a good victim.
There goes that dingy grey! And one doggy's dignity, with it!
Not sure how much more he can take...
Ah, I see... bumping up the temperature a little makes a difference.
And then it was all over, and he got a bunch of yummy treats (which he promptly accepted and then hid from the rest of us).
If this wasn't enough clean-living animal for you, don't forget to visit Modulator's Friday Ark.