Sunday, September 13, 2009

Rain, Rain, go away...

if you must, you might come back some other day.
Ah, the joys of owning a dog when it's raining. Although we are fortunate enough to have a fenced backyard that Gonzo can do his thing in, there's always that pungent wet dog smell. If a person hasn't ever smelled this complex scent, there is no way to describe it. It isn't the sparkling scent of a freshly washed pup, or the one where the dog has rolled in something to disguise the freshly washed scent; it's more of a dirty-carpet-at-the-city-bus-station kind of thing. Just something if you can avoid smelling, you should do so at all costs.

To minimize the length and strength of this odor, I have two "puppy" towels right inside the door that leads to the backyard. Our boy will come in from the rain, and sit right down to get his massage. At least I that's what I tell him it is. (Our secret, right?)

After that, he dries quicker, and our boy goes back to smelling like Fritos.

Good boy, Gonzo. Just wait a minute before you get up of the sofa, ok?

More to come, so come back if you're interested.

1 comment:

  1. Ah yes wet dog! It's been raining here nonstop so we have quite a mess. So Gonzo smells like Fritos too? All of mine do, except Penny, who smells a bit like scrambled eggs with Frito feet. She's my migas dog:)