Possum poop.

Sigh, they've done it again, rolled in possum poop.

This of course means we all go straight into the shower when we get home.

Stinky children. Time for a wash!

Si

Wash day once again.

Poor kiddies. 

They were both really stinky and muddy and I couldn't stand it anymore. In the tub they go.

All nice and clean now. Their dad loves them a lot more when they're clean.

Si

Wash day, and last haircut for summer.

It's a lovely day today and both the kiddies stink of old possums, so I think it's time for a bath.

We head to The Belljar for breakfast, and then to PetStock to use their big tub.

Then it's off the to park for a walk to dry off and then home for a haircut.

Winnie first.

It always amazes me how much hair comes off Winnie.

Lastly a pose on the couch to show off how lovely and clean we are.

Si

Wash day. Hooray.

It's wash day for stinky children.
Everybody in the tub.

"Dad, nooooooo"

Oh yes !

"But Dad, we don't want to."

Yes well, that doesn't enter into the equation at all.

Si

Wash and injection day today.

Today is the day for Daisy's arthritis jab, so off to the Fitzroy Vet we go.

Needle is done, so it's into the hydro-bath for stinky mutts.
"Is this really necessary, Dad ?"
Oh yes. You stink.

Look at that. Beautiful and clean.

Daisy's fringe is back to its usual glory.

Dad loves you more when you're clean, Mr Darcy.
"Really, oh well then... I guess it was worth it."

Lovely girl.

 Si the DogBlogger.

Wash day today - you stink

You two stink and it's time for a wash. I think we might just head down to the PETstock in Clifton Hill and use their hydro-bath.

"Nooooo Dad. Let us out."
Um, no...

"Dad, let us out !"
No way, you both stink.

"Dad, we don't want a wash. We like being stinky."
Poor things, but you see... Dad doesn't love you when you're stinky, so in the tub you go !

Are you ready ?!

...and it's all over now. Nice clean doggies, at least for a short while. Dad loves you again now.

 Si the DogBlogger.

Rolled in something nasty.... again...

Daisy is off to The Vet tomorrow to have her teeth cleaned.

As if to make life really difficult for me, she rolled in something really nasty on the way home. Ick, I couldn't even touch her without gagging.

So.... off to The Vet one day earlier to use their hydro tub.

 Si the DogBlogger.

Wash day today at PETstock Clifton Hill

We are renovating at our house, so there is plaster dust and concrete dust and wood dust and dust dust...

Most of that dust if on Darcy and Daisy, so it's wash day today.
We are down at PETstock to use their hydro-bath.

Better !

Much better !

 Si the DogBlogger.

Washing off the plaster dust, and concrete dust, and ....

We're renovating, and at the moment we are plastering and sanding.

Daisy and Darcy are covered in plaster dust and sawdust and concrete dust and other things too terrible to mention. So, in the tub with you two !
The hydro-bath at the Fitzroy Veterinary Clinic is such a wonderful thing.

"Dad, for once I agree with you. It's all a bit much."
Too right Mr Darcy.

 Si the DogBlogger.

Busy busy day. Bath at the Fitzroy Veterinary Clinic.

Busy day today.

Come on Daisy, we have to take more stuff to storage.

"Yes Dad. I'm here to help.

I see you are here to help too, Mr Darcy.
"Oh yes Dad. Where would you be without me ?"

End of a long day and we're going home past the Fitzroy Veterinary Clinic, so into the hydro-bath for you two.
"I think that might be a good idea Dad. I am thick with dust."
"Me too Dad. My hair's a mess."

 Si the DogBlogger.

Wash number two for Mr Darcy at PETstock, Clifton Hill

It's a bit of a cold day here in Melbourne, but it's time for a wash regardless.

Daisy is matted with snot from wrestling with Mr Darcy, and Mr Darcy is stinky and snotty too.

We've strolled down to the local Petstock shop to use their nice big hydro-bath.

Poor Daisy is shivering with dread, and hiding under the low bench.

Come out Daisy, it's only a wash, and it'll be over soon enough.

"No way Dad. You're going to torture me."

Silly girl. Come out and show Mr Darcy how brave you are.

"Sigh, OK then Dad."

"Pssst, Daisy... is there anyway to escape this ?"
"Alas no, Mr Darcy."

"Sir Dad, I'll give you what's left of my bone... AND my Blue Teddy if we can call the whole thing off."
Sorry kiddo, but you smell.

"I'm not enjoying this, Dad. I shan't be your friend anymore."
"Sigh, just put up with it Darcy. He just likes to torture us once a month or so."

There, all clean now kiddies. Time for the blow dryer.
*grumblegrumblegrumble*
*grrrr notveryhappynow*
Did someone say something ? Anyway, that was a bit easier than that first wash, eh Mr Darcy ?

Si the DogBlogger.

Wash, ready for Prudence.

In the tub, Daisy-Mae. We may be picking up Prudence from the Lost Dogs Home today.
"Dad, noooooo."

Oh yes. We need to make a good impression.
"But Dad, I'll have no street cred'."
Tough luck. If we can bring her home, then you can work on it together.

There ! That's better. No more possum smell, or mud, or snot, or...
"Yes Dad. You've made your point."

"Anyway, I don't want any competition Dad. I though I was your favorite girl."

You are Daisy-Mae, but you came from there too, remember, and look at the lovely life you have now. Even though I do make you eat your vegetables...
Si the Dogblogger
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PS. Prudence was a gorgeous, sad Pug, sitting all alone and unloved at the North Melbourne Lost Dogs Home. However she was adopted by someone else, so I hope she found a good home.

Wash for the blind boy too.

Come on up old man. You can have a wash too. It'll cool you down.
"But Dad, I'm old and frail. I don't need a wash."

Ooh yes you do, cos you pee everywhere and sit in it and you pong. Poor old blind boy.

"Make sure you wash my toes Dad. I like it when you play with my toes."
Yes of course Monty. I'll scrub all your bits.

Look at that water ! It's black ! I told you you needed a wash.
"Sigh, I guess I'll have to start all over again then, eh Dad ?"
Mmmmm.
Si the Dogblogger

Wash for Little Stinky.

In the tub, missus. You stink.
"Dad. Noooooo."

Your hair is all matted, you fringe is a mess and you covered in dags and mud and prickles. WASH !
"But Dad, I worked so hard to be like this. You've no idea."

Lordy, I've half a mind to put you through again. You still have dreadlocks in that fringe of yours. I might have to cut them out.

"Not the fringe, Dad. Don't touch the fringe."
Si the Dogblogger

Smelling sweeter.

Poor Monty is off to the vet for the day to have his blood sugar checked.
I let Daisy and Monty out for a quick walk and a wee before heading off to the vet, to find that Daisy had rolled in something absolutely disgusting. So I hosed her down, threw them in the car and raced to the vet.
Monty is asleep in their back room, but Daisy went into their hydrobath !

You smell a lot sweeter now, my little girl.
"Yes Dad. Sorry about that."
Si the Dogblogger

Shave and a haircut.

It's a lovely hot day and you both stink, so it's a haircut and a wash for you both.
"Nooooo. "
Oh yes. Hydro-bath time at Fitzroy Veterinary Clinic.
"No Dad. No wash. Don't want to."

Afraid so, kiddies.
Blimey, look at that water, it's black ! Filthy beasts.

"Dad, it's in my eyes."
"Dad, I'm not very happy now."

Ah, you two almost look clean now.
"Dadddd. Now we'll have to start all over again."
"Dadddd, I've lost all my smell. That took me ages."
Poor kiddies.
Si the DogBlogger