Unless you're Jack. And then a luxurious bubble bath equals an experience close to ancient Chinese water torture. And if you're me it pretty much just means getting completely and utterly soaked and feeling like a right bitch for trying to get your pet clean.
Particularly when he gives you eyes like this just prior to the commencement of Angela's #1 Torture Technique.
I've seen how well the Glary Eyes of Death work for my sister, so instead I shall employ the technique of Gazing Soulfully Into Your Eyes in hopes that my cuteness will overpower your evil bathing ways.
Next time, I suggest he tries the Glary Eyes of Death. They may get him tossed out on the balcony to think about what he's done, but that will at least avoid the horrors of the bathtub. Blech. Soap.
And this is what happens when mom takes a moment away from strongarming him into the bathtub to laugh hysterically and document the sessions with photos for her stupid blawg. Lesson learned.
Of course, once he escaped the confines of The Bathtub it was back to Reproachful Stares that I'm pretty sure he learned from his online courses in Guilt Tripping:101.
No worries, the sad eyed look never really goes away. He's actually very happy that he's clean. I know. He told me.
Editor's Note: Yes, I totally just doggyblogged. Shut up, it was a really shitty day at work yesterday and I know that I really can't discuss that here, so instead I just needed to laugh at my bedraggled pet. This is why I feel that I'm not yet ready for kids... mocking their discomfort and unhappiness to make myself feel better would probably make the inevitable emancipation around the age of 15 completely understandable. But dogs are just asking for it. Seriously.
Ellie's Note: It really sucks outside, I probably shouldn't have been such a mean bitch earlier.
Awwwww!!! How cute! Jack is absolutly adorable!!! How is that puppy not fat with treats and cuddled to death? Oh man, what a cutie pie! I bet Ellie is just as cute, though!!!
Oh, I am so not looking forward to bath day. Ace will struggle, then lay down so I can only wash one side. Roxy will freak out constantly and yap like I'm coming after her with a knife or something.
Posted by: M | August 22, 2006 at 06:56 PM
Cutest. Post. Ever.
Posted by: wordnerd | August 22, 2006 at 07:04 PM
He is fantastic - I bet he's a real character too.
I grew up with dogs (not literally - they were always around the house), and miss having a dog around terribly. We have a cat now but it's not the same. Dogs love people. Cat's use people.
"yes, I totally just doggyblogged" - that is the funniest quote I've seen in days... :)
Posted by: Jonathan | August 23, 2006 at 01:52 AM
The dogs are cute to the point of wanting to put them as my background. So keep doggyblogging.
But what happened at le work?!
Posted by: Airhead | August 23, 2006 at 09:17 AM
I really wish that Belle and Jack could make friends... or, well, that Belle could. They are like, exactly the same dog... 'cept yours is slightly less psychotic!
Posted by: Brittany | August 23, 2006 at 06:25 PM
them's some very cute photos. as for having kids, why not mock their discomfort to make yourself feel better? ;)
hugs,
a
Posted by: anne | August 25, 2006 at 02:25 AM