Stinky Dog!

It's always great to walk in the door, after a long day of b-shit, and have your brother say "The dog stinks." My response? "Go bath him."

Of course, baby brother chose that moment to announce his dog-bathing virginity. Somehow, despite the fact Patches was his dog (who he ignored, and she ignored him chosing rather to be my dog), he escaped the chore of bathing her. And in the nearly two years Lucky has been with us, has also dodged that bullet.

So, after a good whiff of eau de daggit, I set the bathroom up with the proper implements of his doom and de-stunk the dog. Now I just have to cope with wet-but-clean doggy smell. On my bed. Where he decided to cuddle his wet body with my goose-down duvet.

It don't get any better than that.

Seriously.

Evil Demon Dog.