PO'd Dog

Today has been a day full of me doing things to Skeena she hates: I've had her on her back a few times so I could scour her belly looking for, dare I say it, fleas (even though fleas supposedly can't survive here, I think she may have picked them up in Davis or from a visiting dog-park dog). The little buggers scoot away faster than I can pick them off. However, one of Ken's co-workers suggested bathing her in Dawn, which brings up another activity Skeena hates: bathing. She is very good, though, about standing in the bathtub and letting me wash and rinse her. She's even getting the hang of shaking inside the bathtub and not jumping out to shake all over the bathroom. After I took her outside to dry off, I noticed I didn't get all of the soap off of her underside so I had to fill a bucket with water and do another thing to her she doesn't like much: the underbelly rinse.

Ugh.

After I finally put her on the leash to keep her from escaping across the yard, the underbelly rinse was a success. As if to show me how extremely ticked off she was, she started digging in the garden and rolling around on the flowers. But, you know, everything has to be taken in stride so I just went inside and let her do her thing. After she had calmed down and dried off a bit, I went out to play with her and I noticed bird detritus strewn all over the yard and Skeena parked right in the middle of the lawn munching on a very dead bird.

I'm not too sure what to do. We get tons of quail and other assorted birds roaming through the yard and I don't want her chasing them much less eating them.

And they say having dogs are good practise for having children. Yeesh. At least my kid wouldn't have fleas (hopefully).