Osker gets a bath

Poor Osker. He hates getting baths. He’s so well-behaved in the tub, but when his bath is all done, his first thought is How quickly can I get out of here?

This week was not Osker’s lucky week. We moved the dogs up to Athens, but before their arrival, they required much in the way of grooming — trimming, brushing, skin care, etc.

Here’s how it went:

Sissy, make her let go of me.

She’s not going to let me go, is she.

I don’t like olive oil.  I’m not an Italian dog.

I’m from Texas, remember?  You bought me out of a doghouse in a backyard in Junction.

I’m all oiled up.  Now you can let me go!

You’re not letting me go??? No fair!

But I don’t want a haircut.

Sigh.

Mom!  Be careful back there!

I’m starting to get cranky…

 

Oopsie daisy!

 

MOM!!!  What are you DOING to me?!?!

 

I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to yell.

 

I don’t like you very much right now.

 

But I adore my Sissy!