Bruce the Long-Necked Goose, or B the LNG

New day, new nickname.

So last night, Brucey's malodorousness got the better of him, and he had to subject himself to the works: Shower, Hair Dryer, Pedi-Paws.

Now that he is so big, the best way to bathe him is literally shower with him. So I jump in the shower, and Ryan throws the dog in, where he sits, dejected, ears hanging low, not moving. I soaped him up and rinsed him, and let him out where Ryan was waiting to towel dry him as best he could. Rusty then escaped and pulled the old shake-a-roo all over the bedroom, jumped up on the bed and rolled around, ensuring our comforter would be good and wet when we went to sleep.

Then we got out the hair dryer and started drying him off more. His hair is so long now, if we do not try and dry it a little bit, he just looks like a drowned rat. He does not really like the hair dryer, but I don't think he hates it either. He sits patiently waiting. I think it probably feels good on him. The treats help too.

Then we moved downstairs for the pedicure. This is another task that, surprisingly, I don't think he hates. If you have not seen the pedi-paws infomercial, then you may think that a dog will sit, unfettered, paw up, waiting to be filed down. This is not the case. The pedi-paws works best as a two-man operation. One person runs the pedi-paws, which is essentially a low-powered drimmel tool, and the other person holds the dog, rubbing his belly and giving him the occasional treat. Rusty can take 20 seconds or so on each nail before he jerks his paw away. I think at that point it starts annoying him or tickling his toe. As a consequence, it usually takes a couple passes across each paw before we finish.

We have also previously used the pedi-paws on Bailey, Ryan's parents' dog, and he behaved even better than Rusty did. I love to make fun of the "As Seen on TV" products, but hey, it actually works, so maybe I'll order the hercules hooks next.

After the pedicure, I attempted to brush Russ, but he was still to damp and ratty. I thought I would wait a while and try again, but he collapsed on the couch in a heap, head on Ryan's lap, and did not move for the rest of the night, until we went to bed.

I think we exhausted the poor man with all those stressful events.

But he smells much better now.