Bath Time

Many of you already saw the first in this series of shots from Bay's bath time on Facebook. They're all just so ridiculous that the world needs to see a few more.

Bay's bath time is a bi-weekly extravaganza in our house (well, our yard, most of the time). Malawi is very dirty and our dog spends a lot of time messing around in that dirt. But he also sleeps in a basket in our room so we make him hose off pretty regularly. The water runs black every time we do it.

Usually the process involves Zach holding the dog like a baby while I use a watering can to rinse him repeatedly. Bay moves his front paws like he's typing (maybe he thinks he is swimming?) until we finish. Then he tries to get dirty again right away. We've tried to do it in the bathtub a few times but it resulted in a ripped shower curtain and Bay continuously smashing his head into the porcelain as he scrambled to get purchase with his little paws. I guess we'll stick to the back yard. 

Our desire to keep him clean and flea-free resulted in us spreading poison all over the poor guy a few days ago. There's no such thing as Frontline here so he got an African version of it: oil that smelled like petrol and rotten eggs. We had to suffer the stench together for the next few hours. We'll definitely be adding flea treatment to the list of things to purchase in America, not Malawi.