For the last few weeks my husband has been nagging me – indirectly. Almost every time he gave Katie a good scratching he’d say “You really need a bath Katie. Your hair is starting to feel greasy.”
I knew that. She did need a bath, but…
Finally on Saturday night after dinner I sat down and thought about my choices for the evening. I could go mend my son’s jeans, I could take a nice nap before bedtime, I could keep reading my book, I could take a nice soak in the tub, or I could give Katie a bath.
I darned near had myself talked into the nap when a voice in my head said “Katie really needs that bath. Just do it!”
Giving her a bath is a big job, because she’s a big dog. She gets in the shower and gets wet – that’s easy because I have a nice long sprayer hose. Then come the suds – also easy. But the rinsing seems to go on forever. She’s fine at first, but once I turn her around to get her right side, she decides it must be time to get out of the shower, so I have to use my body to block her.
That means… by the time we’re finished I’m almost as wet as she is.
Two soggy towels and a soaking wet bathroom later she’s running around the house, rubbing her back on the carpet, and I’m shivering from being in wet clothes.
That was the perfect reason to finish off with that hot soak in the tub.
Today “Just do it” didn’t work…
The sun was out – a beautiful day – and I should have taken the dogs walking. But no amount of self-nagging would get me walking down the road at 24 degrees with the wind blowing. A rise in temperature or a drop in the wind and I might just “do it” tomorrow.
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