About a year ago I gave Kaya a bath in the upstairs tub. It was clearly traumatic for her. For months afterward she would dart from the vicinity as soon as she would hear the water go on for my own showers. The dog could be dead asleep in her bed, but if that faucet turned she was downstairs and out the back door in a flash.
For the sake of everyone’s sanity all of Kaya’s subsequent baths have been with a groomer. Slowly but surely she’s calmed down with the whole water thing, but she still has had little inclination to set foot in the bathroom. You never know when mom might hoist her into the tub and pull out the soap.
Yesterday I turned on the heated floors…
4 years ago • Notes