Aleka’s dog, Barley, per the norm, does not like baths. Usually mild mannered, he barks and growls, and will twist about to bite the water source, all the while shaking himself to dry off. Knowing this, we don flip flops, old shirts, and heavy aprons, as we will be in the splash zone the entire time.
Looking pleased with the situation.
Doing surprisingly well.
Anxiety creeping in.
Sad eyes.
Flight urge.
Wishing us painful deaths.
Back on the street and completely unfazed
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