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here comes the groom (sort of)
10/31/2006 = 03:35 AM

No, it's a splog. Nothing whatsoever to do with my brother's upcoming wedding. Sorry.

I used to share my home with a very dumb dog. He was so dumb he didn't know he was supposed to like having a bath, being that he was part Labrador retriever.

We (my roommates and I) used to fight to get him into the tub. Once he was there, he was fine; loved the whole process — it was just getting him to that point where we had all the headache.

We should have just gone right to this place:

dog grooming

They have branches in Connecticut (among other places in the US). What were we thinking?

At the same time we had the dumb dog, we had a smart cat. He used to hide on the kitchen chair and wait for me to come home from the bakery. I'd put the bag on the table, turn around for one second to take off my coat, and next thing I'd know, he'd be headfirst in the sack, chowing on the Italian bread.

I mention this cat because his other thing was that he loved a bath. If I was washing dishes or running water in the kitchen sink, he'd hop in and preen under the faucet, occasionally turning his head up to take a drink. I never had another cat that did that.

I miss that cat.

Don't much miss the dog.

Tags: dog grooming

drinking: water
listening to: nothing
just as well: we never took the dumb dog to the groomers. he always rolled in something stanky after his bath anyway