So I’m putting the finishing touches on today’s column when my lunatic Australian cattle dog starts barking to come in. While that’s fairly de rigeur for her, upon entry, my oversensitive nose quickly picked up the fact that she smelled like she just rolled in something an entire herd of cattle might have left.
And my attempt to seek potential relief from the vet was an epic failure as they told me there’s no such thing as doggie cologne.
Since it was too cold to give her an outside scrubbing and there’s no way I was going to put her in the car (you’ve seen the Seinfeld episode), I decided to give the washtub a shot. And, let me tell you, that’s a really good idea if you want to be soaked from head to toe and smell just like your dog.
Those repeated attempts to escape her fate by leaping three feet down from the washtub were so much fun!
Now the house reeks of wet dog which is far better than the previous scent. On the bright side, I suppose it’s better than having to deal with Jim Oberweis.
