I Should Have Taken a Nap ....

.... but I didn't.

I made a poor decision.

I was sleepy this afternoon.  The girls were leaving.  The sun was shining.  Gabby was dirty.

Very, very dirty.

So, instead of taking the needed-nap (because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight) .... I decided to wash Gabby.

I can't say "bathe Gabby", because it's really just like washing a car.

I got everything ready, put the leash on her and then turned on the hose.

And that's when things went crazy.

I'm not sure what her last experience with the hose was, but evidently it was bad.

Very, very bad.

She went nuts.

And a 130 pound dog going nuts on me ..... wins.

She started bucking and pulling against me and I was pulling against her, trying to keep her from bolting.

Unfortunately, she pulled so hard that her collar popped right over her head, with the leash attached.

The leash ..... the thing that I was pulling with 130 pounds at the end of it ......  suddenly didn't have any pounds at all at the end of it ...... which meant I went flying backwards.

And landed on my left hip.

On my driveway ..... which is made of cement.

And yes, it did hurt.

Fortunately the girls had just driven back into the driveway (since Daughter #2 had forgotten her purse) so they witnessed the debacle.  

And Daughter #2 then helped me get Gabby back on the leash again (this time using the training choke collar) and she was there to help when I turned the hose back on and she was there to help when that dog when even more nuts than she had the first time.

She started freaking about the hose, and then started freaking about the choke collar, which of course, was doing it's choking job as she kept bucking like a wild bronco.

Somehow Daughter #2 got her to calm down.  I don't know how.

She must have some "dog whisperer blood" in her ..... Gabby soon calmed down and I was able to wash her.

Because ..... as God is my witness .... that dog may have won that small battle but she is NOT going to win the war!  She may be bigger ..... but I am WAY meaner!

It takes a long time to wash a muddy 130 pound dog.

Holy cow.

Next time I'll definitely choose the nap.

Here are some pictures from the weekend:

    Me, and Son #1 on Easter, before he drove back to school:

                   Four out of six:  D2, S3, S1 and D3 --- good looking group, aren't they?

                Daughter #3, sporting her new, and oh-so-cute, hair cut!

                                      Son #1:

                             Daughter #2:
 

             The two ding-bat cats, who are at the moment my favorite pets, because they weigh a lot less than I do ..... and don't need washing!

         I'm not sure what it is about this ladder ..... but I think it's related to the "Napoleon Complex" ....... you know --- they feel a lot more powerful when they're up higher than everyone else.  Too bad they're not as agile coming down as they are going up:

     Well, that's it for tonight.  It's time for hip-silencing drugs.

Start thinking up some questions for Wednesday ..... put some energy into this, my Peeps!

I mean .... really ..... if I'm entertaining you with hip-busting, dog-washing tales ..... the least you can do is think of a question!!