February 9, 2007

White Dog cuddled up next to me on the pillow. In my not-yet-awake state I nuzzled into her sweet smelling extra-soft fur; it was so inviting. THEN I remembered the midnight bath! White Dog returned from her pre-bed walk caked in vile, stinking, sticky poop. She was matted from the left side of her face to her neck and chest then down her front side from rolling in the yuck. Bed without a bath was not even a consideration...even if it meant sleeping with a wet dog pressed against us most of the night.