It's been raining in Cincinnati quite a bit these last few days. As a result, the ground has become rather muddy. This is not good, especially when one has a dog who likes to romp around outside.
This evening I was trying to teach violin lessons. The dog decided to start barking. And he wouldn't shut up. This was unacceptable, so I sent him outside. Well, that was a mistake, because then he decided to roll in the mud. I kid you not. The hundred pound German Shepherd found the muddiest patch of dirt and rolled in it.
Needless to say, we were not pleased.
"Schultz!" my husband yelled at the dirty varmint. "Crate!"
The dog complied, but as soon as he got in his crate, he gave himself a good shake. Mud went flying everywhere. So picture our kitchen walls splattered with mud. Picture our floor covered in muddy paw prints.
"That dog needs a bath," my husband announced.
"Could you wait for him to dry off a bit?"
My husband opened the latch. "Bathtub!"
Schultz knew just what that meant. He galloped up the stairs leaving a trail of muddy paw prints on the carpet and splashes of mud all over the walls.
"Woman. You get to clean that up."
Now here's the kicker. After that disgusting creature got bathed (the water, by the way, was completely black and dirty dog hair was plastered to the bathroom walls), he had the nerve to pee on the dining room floor. Can you believe it? That dog for sure is getting a stocking full of coal. Bad dog!