Because of my rare and somewhat overpowering musk issue (brought on by an allergy/fungus situation which I won’t go into at this time), it has been deemed necessary by “Management” that I bathe twice a week with a “special” shampoo. The Family Bed is required to be washed once a week, as well, so as to completely eradicate any lingering opportunity for me to ‘re-musk-u-late’, which I find terribly rude. I find my aroma unique and pleasing … but they tell me I actually smell like feet. Whatever.
As an unexpected stroke of good fortune, the water was off at our house on both of my weekly bath days this past week. It makes Mama Dog really angry and she makes Daddy Dog call Water Guy to find out what’s going on. She really gets worked up about it … apparently, she enjoys flushing the toilet, washing her hands and bathing.
Now, what they don’t know is that I’ve secretly sent Bachmann out into the water district’s pipeline system to see just what kind of mischief a beaver of his ilk can get into. A broken valve here, a ‘mysterious’ leak in the line there … Bachmann has really been living up to his position as Right Paw Beaver. No one seems the wiser and I’ve avoided a bath for 6 full days. Day 6: Musky Mix!
Today, the water seems to be flowing really well. I guess it’s time to send Bachmann on another aquatic adventure. Or perhaps I should send my new Companion, Platopus, into the watery breach … he’s a platypus and should be especially suited to such a task. Either way, my finely-tuned dachshund instincts tell me a water shortage will be forthcoming.
“It’s your bath day, Georgie!” they’ll say. Indeed. We shall see. Thank you for your support.
