During our run up on Black Mountain's cross-country ski trail, Bailey found some stinky poop to roll in. What is the fascination or the instinctual basis for such action? I scrubbed him down with snow on the mountain side, and then gave him a proper bath on the back deck at the house. When I poured the last bucket of warm water over him after having soaped him up, he looked at me with the most pathetic eyes. A bit of that look is reflected in this photograph.
When this blog began, Bailey Tuckerman Kent was an 8-week-old Bernese Mountain Dog living in the western mountains of Maine with his writer dad, Rich. These are their stories.... and don't forget, click on most photos to enlarge.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
One dog's bath...
During our run up on Black Mountain's cross-country ski trail, Bailey found some stinky poop to roll in. What is the fascination or the instinctual basis for such action? I scrubbed him down with snow on the mountain side, and then gave him a proper bath on the back deck at the house. When I poured the last bucket of warm water over him after having soaped him up, he looked at me with the most pathetic eyes. A bit of that look is reflected in this photograph.
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