Eek!  Totally out of my comfort zone.  I have been relegated to a free-standing table, not my usual one that is snuggled up close to a line of washers.

I feel like a deer standing in the middle of a meadow – no tree cover!  Here is where I sit.

It’s official, baby is IN the corner.

(Do you know, I’ve never watched that entire movie? I’ve also never seen all of Top Gun nor any of the Matrix movies.)

I wanted to photograph some sheep on the Indian reservation for you today – I stopped by the area and asked which field they were in – but I guess they’re gone.

Then I pulled into the parking lot here and only 1 car!  I was surprised to find a lot of people inside though.  Is there a secret parking lot I’m not privy to??  Or were they all dropped off?  Hmmm …

Here’s newspaper man.

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In MY spot. (lol)

Then I spied Santa folding his little washcloth.  Or maybe it’s Rudolph’s – who knows..

Anyway, lots to do when I get home.

It’s Butters bath day today.  Oh how I wish I could somehow capture that whole experience for you in photos/video.  It starts with me giving off nonchalant ‘bath vibes’ that she picks up on immediately.

We proceed to play “C’mon!” and “Ok! I give up” for 5 minutes as I try to catch her.  Then when I finally do, (and usually it’s in a part of the house the furthest FROM the damn tub) I scoop her up (Like a bag of unevenly packaged potatoes) and carry 70 pounds of manatee (very ungracefully) to the bathroom.

The actual bath is adorable.  She rests her ginormous lips on the side of the tub,  knowing mom isn’t going to get any water in her eyes or ears and looks up  at me with gratitude.

By the time it’s “All done!”  she’s sort of sad we are.

I clean her little ears out and rub her as dry as I can while she wiggles and tries to bite the towel.

After hopping out of the tub she’s happy.  I wish she would remember that ‘happy’ and associate it with the word ‘bath’ – it would make things a LOT easier.

I mean, if someone said to me “Cake time!” I’d sure as hell remember how delightful cake was.  I’d be following that person directly to the cake.

So why does my intelligent dog – who knows the words ‘hot dog’ ‘cookie’ and ‘outside’ very well – not put the word ‘bath’ together with the experience of being scrubbed and petted and clean and happy?!  Canine mystery.

Time to fold – so I wish you a happy Sunday and may all your bath times be good ones!