This photo doesn’t tell the story. Even though they say they’re worth 1,000 words.
Since we’re all three invited to dinner at friends’ tonight, I thought Mr. Stink needed a bath first. And since the dog-bathing facilities and washing equipment in our temporary housing are minimal at best, I thought last night, “Why not a trip to the dog wash at Pet Valu?”
Yes. Let’s do it, I said to myself.
Mr. Stink would have nothing of it. He didn’t even want to cross the street at the strip mall to venture inside the store. Where all kinds of things awaited his snooter. Toys. Treats. You name it.
Once inside, though, he was all about it. How crazy is that? Winston is such a character. He started to feel even better when a big ‘ole – and I mean BIG – golden sauntered up the steps to the tub next to us and climbed in.
Winston is no longer Mr. Stink. (Too bad the photo of him on the blow-drying table doesn’t tell the story.)
Sad to say his pal, Frankie, won’t have much to sniff tonight.