Monday, January 02, 2006

Sad Eyes by Robert John.

In order to bribe my Mom to buy me anything my miniscule black heart desires at Trader Joe's, I decided to help give Yorktown, the ancient family basset hound, a much needed bath.

He stood with his legs locked like this for a good 5 minutes of coaxing, then we dragged him.

He hopped into the tub as commanded, but made sure to pout about it.

I'm all smiles as I perform what looks to be the Vulcan Death Grip on Yorktown to keep him from fleeing, coated in suds.

Pitiful Escape Attempt # 7.

Toweling off with Egyptian Cotton bath sheets. Only the best for Yorky.