Mangy Mongrels

As a students of BYU, we're admonished to, "enter to learn and go forth to serve." Taking this to heart, I decided to put my recently acquired university skills to work in one of my first acts of service at home... washing the dogs.

First, I protected myself by donning an old girls camp t-shirt and arming myself with dog shampoo and a towel (as I learned to do in some class somewhere) and then it was off to work!

It was funny because the dogs reacted in very similar ways. First they dragged me to the location of their filth's demise.

Next they queried, "What is she doing?"

Followed by a, "I think I've seen as much this as I want to, thank you very much," before they fled in terror.

And then they were caught.

They endured scrubbing for a little while

(look at poor Melissa's tail)

before trying to flee again.

"This is a most unnatural smell." - Little Ann

Trying to get it off.

But their efforts to thwart my valiant mission were to no avail and I successfully rid them of their nastiness for 1 minute. For Melissa a little longer then Lil' Ann because the little mutt, who claims to be pure bred, rolled around in a pile of dirt not long after I bathed her. I suppose she couldn't stand not smelling like pee and dirt was the next best option to wetting herself.