Yep, I was in dire need of a bath after our day trip to Lake Dillon the other day, so guess where I ended up. Was it the bathtub? Was it the shower? Did I get hosed down outside? Was it the kitchen sink? BINGO!!!
Wen put me in the kitchen sink, shampooed me, and then sprayed off all of the soapy shampoo—all while my front half stood in one side of the divided sink and my back half stood in the other side. It wasn’t a big production like when we go to the dog wash and use a big tub and a power dryer, but I ended up squeaky clean and I actually air-dried quickly.
I’m so clean from my bath in the kitchen sink that I may have to remedy that by doing something like rolling around in the backyard. Ha! That would probably make Wen’s day, but it might get me in trouble….
