Ginger is the Kid’s, then Teen’s, then Young Lady’s chocolate labrador. She is roughly 88 years old (12.5 dog years) and very much acting the resident doyenne of the household. With our daughter away for high school and now college, Ginger is mostly closer to her favored “yaya” who makes sure she is well-fed, given twice-daily strolls through the neighborhood, and of course, her weekly bath. The labrador is ecstatic when our daughter returns for holidays, but there’s no denying the yaya love. It’s a bond that I am afraid, is much stronger than that with daughter, mom or dad. We are definitely second, third and fourth choice in that order.
At her advanced age, she is a bit arthritic and upon her vets orders, must have warm rather than cold baths. So a batya of water from the faucet is mixed with boiled water to get just the right warm temperature.
A tabo or small vessel gently pours water on her and she is lathered with vet prescribed soap. She also sometimes steals some of my vitamin E for a shiny and brilliant coat of hair… :)
She certainly doesn’t seem happy about the bath, but neither does she resist it. She just sits and suffers her fate as it were. Maybe the camera made her a bit shy and modest.
Yaya gives her a much, much more thorough bath than I or the Teen ever did, and clearly she enjoys the gentle touch, down to between her toes. Seriously, there are advantages to living in the islands she narrates. She has never ever been left home alone in her 88 years, she likes the food, she has her own bed, a large lawn to poop on, and she knows how to get in and out of the house whenever she wants. Airconditioning is a serious perk and she hunts down rooms which are cool in the midst of searing summer heat. :)
So she puts up with the Sunday baths, because it means she will get a towel rub all over…
…hopefully in the warmth of the mid-morning sun…
…and all will be good. Now if only things were so simple for humans.