Springing up around Memphis, car washes are closing off bays so you can wash your dog. At the Jolly Wash near Bartlett, six bucks buys your stinky pal a shampoo (anti-flea, conditioning, etc.) and a blow dry. You can even vacuum him.
Arnie would have loved that. That rabbit's best friend was the Dyson.
Zali and Simone? Not as much. I don't hose down the kids very often. I think it strips their fur of the natural oils they need. I know it's counter-intuitive, but they smell less doggy, too.
Zali expressing his dislike. Phhhhtttt.
The time had come. Zali's ruff was crunchy. His design flaws had unknown bits of debris stuck to them. He was, well, yucky.
I hate you. You are a mean bad muhzer fuzzer.
Won't you help Zali, Fahzur?
Simone pads nervously around the bathroom while I bathe Monsieur Crunchypants.
But I hosed her down anyway. Truth be told, she wasn't even stinky or crusty or any of the other dwarfs.
She finally stopped cursing and we struck a deal for her release.
She and Zali sprayed the walls with their violent shaking. I know why people find taking their pets to the car wash so appealing. If we bathed Zoe in there, we'd have to contact FEMA for the flood damage.
My favorite part of the whole show. Simone and Zali burst from the bathroom door. Simone's books for the bedroom, leaps onto the bed, scooting her face along the covers to dry. She'll jump down, race about the upstairs, through the bathroom, into the office, down the length of the rug and fly back onto the bed until she collapses in a satisfied heap.
Why is it that they always smell worse after a bath? They reek of soggy wet fur for hours. Sometimes, I think it would be better just to let them stay like they were.