Sweeping the News

After he got done sweeping, today was Wild Man’s first bath. It was clearly the greatest indignity he had ever suffered, and he looked at me like I was a lime green space alien for immersing him in a big tub of water and pouring it all over him till he was down to the size of a dill pickle. Then the water agitation began. His, not mine. It was like being inside a Laundromat-sized washing machine on high test. Like, 18 quarters. Did I need that extra shower today? Apparently I did. Did I need a second baptism, Southern Pentecostal style? Apparently I did. My clothes will dry in about a week. So will the seven towels. The ceiling, window, and walls may take a little longer.
Hobie. Is. Not. A. Water. Dog. Rinse and repeat. :-)