Bath

Since it was so hot out, and since we've all been complaining for weeks how stinky Winston has become, we decided it would be a good day to give him a bath. Michayla said she would help, and Maelle joined in the fun too. Bathing Winston is easier said than done. He can't stand getting wet. We thought to fill one of his bones with peanut butter so he would stay in one place. That would have worked if we weren't, you know, giving him a bath. After a while of taking turns holding his leash and still having to chase him around, we tied it around a tree. That added some extra fun, as he kept wrapping around it, all the while we had to chase him and try not to get decapitated. After a long while, he finally relented and stood still so we could rinse off all the soap we had poured on him. When he was rinsed and dried off, he looked, felt, and most importantly, smelled, much cleaner. We will definitely be bathing him more often from now on. But don't tell him that.