Stone Soup by Jan Eliot for May 14, 2013

We have to do this with our dog about twice a year. Thankfully not more often because he absolutely despises it. He hates getting wet above his legs. Even if we dry him off with a towel he still shakes himself so hard he almost falls over. Then he races down the stairs, throws himself on the carpet and rolls and scoots all over it. Then the same thing on his doggy sofa and then the second carpet. When all is said and done he is covered in carpet fibres and smells like carpet. But at least the duck sh** or dead animal smell is gone.

SNERK

@Biscuit

Ha-ha!!

Biscuit is NOT amused!

So cute!! (snerk!)

I know the feeling, my dog loves to roll around in what we call Muck. Think of the smell as a combination of a dirty diaper covered in rotten eggs, drenched in garbage juice and is stuffed with rotten soiled beef that has been left out in the sun for days

As I said yesterday, " I thought [Sunday’s] “Garfield” was a – um – howl.

http://www.garfield.com/comics/vault.html?yr=2013&addr=130512

I won’t post this any more. Thanks for your indulgence.

A friend had a golden retreiver who loved showers. Goodness knows what all that loose fur did to the drains. On the other hand, on the rare occasions that we had to wash our cats, they would yowl for help at the top of their lungs. Anyone would think they were being beaten.

It is Holly!

Is Sarge of Beatle Bailey her absent Dad? She has his tooth in panel three.

I’m not at all sure it’s ‘humane’ to perfume a dog, or even to bathe it for no good reason except to cure it of smelling like dog.

Having said that, we had a lab years ago, whose favorite place in the world was the bog at the end of the street. The tricky bit was that he was black, and so was the bog. He’d ask to come in, and you’d realize as he blasted past you he’d done it again. Anyplace he sprawled to recover from his orgy of wallowing would leave a thick, stinking, black mud outline.

I don’t know what was buried in that bog, but I’d bet there was a lot of it and it was rotting slowly and thoroughly. The smell was beyond description.

Upside was he loved baths. Baths weren’t straightforward, either, though, because unless you filled the tub to the lip, he’d lie down in it. Either way, cleaning him up was a challenge.

He was a great dog. RIP Mike.

Bike sounds like a great dog. The fact that he loved baths might explain the bog.

And people have dogs why???

Cat lovers rule!