The shelter I volunteer at brought in a bunch of new dogs that needed baths, and I was around, so I got asked to help. If I’ve ever washed a dog before, I don’t remember–which is pretty much the same as if it never happened. Right? Well, at least it means I don’t have a dog-washing skill set.
It is, I figured, kind of like washing a (larger) cat. They’re not particularly enthused, but you do it anyway because fleas/ticks are no fun. Mostly, I was right. I did however, forgot about how effective a water dispersal mechanism a few good shakes is for dogs.
Very effective, if you’re wondering.
As part of a two-person team, dealing with only one small leashed dog at a time, in a large stainless steel sink… I was a bit slow, and had some difficulties, but the job got done.
Dogs were washed–four of them–dried, and returned to their cages. I got splashed in the face a bunch of times, but I had a waterproof apron, so it worked out okay.
And next time–sometimes you’re not so much the right woman for the job as the available woman for the job–maybe I’ll do better.