Bath Time

I bathed a dog this morning. Since she has brown spots over her white fur, she was named Polka. I actually gave the name. Haha. So I guess I was trying to give a unique name instead of naming her Spot. Musmos pa ako noon. Kaya medyo jologs pa ang thinking ko. Haha.

Here is a photo of Polka taken last January. This picture was edited.



In real life, her fur is much grayer than in the picture, so I decided to be an angel sent from above and give her a bath.

Polka is a really nice dog. I didn't have a hard time dragging her to the faucet like I had with some other dogs. I didn't drag her at all. I just called her and grabbed her collar and she eagerly walked with me to the faucet. After the bath, she shook her body, ran around as if she's in a race, rolled over the floor and got dirty again.

It's ok. My efforts were not wasted, because I know at least I have washed the oil/grease stains on her fur that she got from the leak of the car and she's still much dirtier without a bath.

But that's not all, after the bath, she doesn't want to go near me anymore. And when I call her, she runs away from me and to her cage where she'll be safe and no one could drag her out. Besides, she's a fat ass dog.