It looks as if a massacre had happened in our back yard....
or, perhaps, the lawnmower ran over a rabbit, or even a corgi.
How horrid the headlines would be....how tragic.
Of course, none of those things occurred...
It was a common, everyday thing...happening across America.
Just the simple act of Saturday night baths in a (corgi) kid household. It wasn't pretty. Oh my land...it was a hairy experience indeed!
The snapping, the snarling...from Jim and I, hee hee.
The dogs, mildly, gave up the battle, and meekly accepted their fate.
Suds, towel rubbing and worst of all...the dreaded b-r-u-s-h-i-n-g.
But....we're all the better for the experience. Amen.