Nearly killed her!
Me and my DH are both on annual leave from our jobs this week and today while I was pottering around in the garden, he decided to bath the dog.
Due to the warm weather we bath her in the garden using a short hosepipe which is attached to the kitchen mixer tap so the water is warm.
I looked round to see the dog, which is a great dane, sat absolutely covered in suds, she looked like a giant sad faced French poodle!
I turned my attention back to trimming my bush. Arf, and left him to it.
Some time later I went inside and sat down with a well earned cup of tea and the dog was laid on the lounge floor, probably dying of shame at the dog next door laughing at her sad faced French poodle impersonation.
Dog decides to come to me because I have biscuits.
Except, every time she tried to move forward on the wood flooring, she did a dancing on ice impression. Legs going everywhere but moving nowhere! I was so fascinated that I almost held a card up with 10/10 for presentation and style 😂
My DH came into the room and told me that after her bath, while he was grooming her, he thought her pads felt rough and dry, so he had slathered them with my hand cream!!
Words failed me as I got a bowl of soapy water and a cloth and washed her paws clean.
I sometimes wonder how my DH single brain cell hasn't died of loneliness!