Scenes From a Washing

Arthur was so stinky a few nights ago, I had no choice but to hose him down and give him a good scrubbing. He doesn't like baths, but is very accommodating: I never have to chase him around the house beforehand - he will reluctantly walk to the bathroom himself and get in the tub when you tell him it's time. Swear to god.

But although he's a good washee, he never lets me forget how much he actually dislikes getting bathed. The expression on his face ranges from pathetically sad to pissed off, and by the end, it's pretty clear he's wishing he'd never been so agreeable.



I keep forgetting how much this SUCKS.

photos courtesy of Chris