"This dog stinks!" I exclaimed as I got a whiff of our 12 week old German Shepherd puppy. "He needs a bath!"
My husband is the bath-giver for the dog. (Hey, I took care of the kids, so he gets to take care of the dog. Besides, there's no way I would want to deal with that squirming bundle of fur in a bathtub!) So he took the dog up to the bathtub. There was an awful lot of yelping and splashing and carrying on up there.
When he was done, the dog looked like an oversized drowned rat.
"Honey, go check out the bathroom," my husband said.
Did I really want to?
I went upstairs to take a peek. The tub was covered in dog hair. There was a black dirt ring at the water line, and there was hairy water all over the floors and walls. What a mess!
"Um, so who's cleaning up that mess?" I asked.
"You are!" my husband exclaimed.
"Not!" I said. "And when you're done cleaning up that mess, why don't you brush his teeth!"