Not so Urban Living: Bath Day

Today was bath day for Tank. Last night, we went for a tiny little walk when Tank found a piece of bird poop. He decided this was the scent in vogue and began to rub himself into it. I freaked out a little, brought him in, tried to Febreeze him a little and sent him to bed. This morning, I decided, he needed a proper washing.

A little information about Tank. So this little guy is a yorkshire terrier.. They're basically a really old breed that were originally bred for their ability to catch rats. Their size is supposed to let them get into the tiny spaces that rats often go into when trying to hide, and they're supposed to be fearless. Haha, we don't know what happened to Tank.

Anyway, yorkshires have this strange hair instead of fur that continues to grow.. just like human hair. For some reason, they also naturally produce less Can f 1, the allergen found in dog dander and saliva that Paul and I are violently allergic to. I digress. This characteristic, along with their cute teddy bear faces was a pivotal factor in us bringing this Tank home and adopting him into our family.

Yorkshire Terriers in shows are required to have floor length hair. This is one of the basis of judging on their coats.

They look pretty ridiculous...

or awesome... depending on who you ask. This requirement goes for both males and females. As you can see in the tiny caption, this DUDE's name is Neale. Haha, look at that thing.

So Tank, being one of these things, I've decided that he should live up to his heritage once in his life. That means growing out his hair. That means brushing out tangles several times a week. You know what they say. No pain, no gain.

Tank used to look like this back when he got regular haircuts....

Yes, he has ALWAYS been a cute little booger. Sometimes I just want to squeeze him and squish him and.... erm..

Ok well, when Tank used to be short haired, his baths were not a big deal. You know how when guys go into the pool, they look the same wet or dry? But then when girls go into the pool they look so different when wet. It's like that for Tank. I guess it's a bonus for having a long haired dog.

I have to say there are very few, if any, things that are funnier than wet long-haired Tank. I'll just let the pictures talk. Hahahahahahahahahahhaahaha.

Usually, on bath day, I fill up the bath tub a couple of inches and sit on the rim to wash the dogs.

But then, today, I thought... well, Tank is less than five pounds... he's barely 8 inches tall... why can't I use the sink? Oh, the pleasures of owning a rat sized dog...
It's so great.

I think he knew what was going on.

"omg LET ME OUT"

He soon looked like this.

Haha, he was so angry.

I love it when Tank gets mad. Does that make me a bad person?

After bath time, it was drying time!!!!!

OK, I don't know if all dogs do this, but both of my dogs like to freak out when they're wet. They rub themselves all over anything and everything. Kamja also does rocket puppy where he just runs back and forth in the hallway, but Tank turns into a cat and just flips out rubbing himself on everything in sight.

ZOMG BREAK TIME.

OK, break time over... RUBBBBBB!!!!!!!!

I know a lot of fluffier dogs don't necessarily need to be dried - they do it on their own.. but our little turd dogs don't have an undercoat so it's important to blow dry them. Otherwise, they will look at you and shiver, and be sad. And then your heart breaks :(