Baker got a bath today.
It was sort of… difficult. His fur is so insanely thick in the wintertime, like a triple pile rug. I think I made that term up, but if you felt his fur you’d know what I mean. He’s losing that winter coat and he’s been rolling in those oak tree things that look like worms and its given him dreadlocks. Which is pretty cool, I guess, but gross too. So. He stood there stone still, but pouted as much as a dog can pout.
Chevy got a brushing and that’s all he requires as far as fur maintenance goes. Thank goodness.
Then we had PDI to celebrate our success. The end.