glorious mud

 

 

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Wednesday

 

Not an auspicious beginning to the day. The freezer, which has been on the blink for a week or so, finally has to be switched off. The washing machine smells like a stagnant pond on a very hot day in August. And Isis pees on the mat. It’s my fault, not hers. I kept her waiting far too long.

When we return from the park I tip soda crystals into the washing machine and set it off on ninety. Then I cook a large amount of fish from the freezer for Isis. Now the house smells even more disgusting. This is unfortunate as my friend K. is coming round in the afternoon. I pour some strong smelling oil into a little oil burner, hoping it might distract us from the stench. Well, it has some effect: K. identifies the smell as dried fish and this, though not the most pleasant smell in the world, is a damn sight better than poached fish.

Yesterday I was tired having not slept much the night before. After returning from food shopping – not the most invigorating of pastimes – I felt even more weary. I didn’t have the heart to keep Isis out of the garden even though it had been drizzling on and off all morning. I’d bring her in if the rain started again, I decided. I had something to eat. And fell asleep ……………………………….

Suddenly, Isis comes into the room. She stands still,  staring soulfully at me. She is absolutely filthy, spattered with mud from nose to tail. It is raining heavily and obviously has been for some time. The naked earth is pitted with Isis holes which are now overflowing with liquid mud.

Oh my god. I look at her. She looks at me. She knows I have neglected her and gives one foreleg a pathetic little lick.

What the hell am I going to do with her? I’ve never bathed her, believing that she would be traumatised. And it’s not been necessary. The dirt usually just comes off when I brush her. But this bedraggled mud heap is something else.

I think I’ll hose her down gently in the garden. She likes rain. But how ever hard I try, she skips off out of reach.

I put on my waterproof walking jacket, take a deep breath, pick her up and put her in the double sinks, front legs in one, back legs in the other. She is not impressed. She growls in protest and tries to climb out. I wash, shampoo and rinse her. She doesn’t threaten to bite me or to bite herself.

She doesn’t even protest as I soak up all the water I can with a towel. She is put down on the futon – how useful this futon is; what would we do without it? She tolerates a little more towel patting, then lets me know enough is enough and settles down to snooze.

She doesn’t appear to be traumatised. Just surprised and a little cross. Later, she goes through her usual routines as though nothing has happened. That night she does have more bad dreams that usual though.

She looks beautiful. A photo is called for.

 

 

 

Isis after her 1st bath 15-07-2015 001

 

 

Isis came from the Aeza cat and dog rescue and adoption centre in Aljezur, Portugal. For information about adopting an animal from the centre, contact kerry@aeza.org or  www.dogwatchuk.com

 

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4 Responses to glorious mud

  1. Kerry says:

    Is that grey round her left eye or shadow?

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  2. AmberL says:

    I can count on two hands the number of times I’ve bathed my dogs, lol! Usually only when they’ve rolled in something dead and reek to high heaven. Boo has long white hair like Isis, and she can come in all wet and muddy, but she grooms herself like a cat, and will soon be all clean and white again 🙂 I did get in the shower with her once when she was really coated with mud – what a mess! Mostly, because I’m a mean dog owner, I just make them stay in (except for a quick trip out to pee) whenever it is wet and muddy; fortunately here in the South, that is not all that often 🙂

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    • Very sensible! Unfortunately, with our climate, she would have to stay in a hell of a lot. Watched the video on Ray the Blind Dog yesterday. It was lovely to watch the greeting you both got, bless him.

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