40 Woofs

1. 9/25/08 at 10:12 am Angie Winn
   

   I have an 11 year old female Beagle named Mia. I’m always bathing her in flowery smelling shampoo and dressing her in pink and bows, but she wants no part of it. At any and every chance she gets she rolls in something foul smelling outside. She has done this more times than I can count, but the worst time was several years ago. We were out in the country at my Aunt’s log house and I decided to let her run free. About 30 minutes later I see this green looking monster running towards me, and lo and behold it is my Mia covered from head to tail in cow manure. And, I mean she was covered! In her nose, ears and eyes!!! I have never seen her so happy!! She pranced around like she had just won the Miss America Dog Pageant!!! Her happiness soon ended when I got the hose and an entire bottle of shampoo out and bathed her!

2. 9/25/08 at 10:15 am Melissa
   

   Ok letsee here…Sawdust, my 18 month-old black lab spends lots of time in the woods swimming in the murky swampy ponds near where we live in Waltham, Mass.

   The dirtiest Sawdust ever got would be the day he went swimming in the green pond water and then found a dead mouse to roll around in and on while we headed to the car. He could have been mistaken for a chocolate lab if anyone would have been brave enough to approach the smelly beast. When we got home it was straight to the yard to await a hosing off before heading in for a soapy shower.

   While waiting, he decided to stick his nose into the white powder charcoal beneath our charcoal grill — and he added to his already filthy repertoire, a white/gray beard.

   The thing is…the smellier he got that day, the bigger his grin! If there had been a skunk handy, his day could have been PERFECT.

   Happy Tails,
   Melissa Fouch

3. 9/25/08 at 10:25 am Jill Merrick
   

   I actually have two dirty tales…

   Tale one: I came home one day and found my first dog had chewed up four quarts of oil. He kindly did three quarts, one in each section of the basement. The last quart was in the middle of his nice dog bed. When I slid into the room, he was sitting in the middle of it, with his hair all spiked like I’d used gel. It took four baths and ALOT of patience. Finally had to use Lava pumice soap to make a dent in the oil.

   Tale two: My other dog - we went to the park after work. He loves the water, so I thought I’d give him a treat and let him charge for the lake. Little did I know that they had drained it of all the water and all that was left was about three feet deep of pond silt . He was covered with the gooey, smelly, sticky goop. The bathroom is upstairs and he refuses to go up there on his own. Put him on a leash and finally cooersed him up. But at 110 pounds, all I could do was get the front feet in the tub. After about 20 minutes of wrestling and the bathroom being covered in mud, I gave up and took him to Petsmart. The groomers hosed him off for me…..

4. 9/25/08 at 10:35 am Lucee (Dogster 610114)
   

   It was one of those just barely warm enough days where the snow was melting and making any muddy area paste like. All three of my Vizslas in trying to reach a rabbit under our shed literally caked themselves in thick mud. Their ears were stuck to the sides of their heads! Their normally rust colored fur was mud gray making them look more like weimaraners.

5. 9/25/08 at 10:44 am Fun On The Run Kennel
   

   I have a sled dog team, and during fall training it is usually extremely muddy outside from all the rain and early snowfall. My dogs love puddles, mud, and running, so with the three combined I get…17 brown dogs(7 of which are actually yellow…)! I came back from a run earlier this week, and my puppy Jack had his whole body caked in mud so he looked like a brown dog(and he is white). It would be great to have an easier way to clean them all..

6. 9/25/08 at 10:48 am Cate
   

   My daughter, when she was very little, decided that it would be a nice thing to take the vaseline tub from her brother’s changing table and completely coat herself and the family Australian Shepherd with it.

   Getting Vaseline out of a child’s hair is bad enough, but take a matted Shepherd and let him escape into the yard to roll… and roll… and roll…

   And of course, “gentle” dog and child shampoos didn’t really do much, so it took 5 hair washings for the child and 2 hours of bathing on the dog. Then I had to clean the bathroom.

   Nothing I’ve ever dealt with was as bad as Vaseline.

7. 9/25/08 at 11:21 am jennifer
   

   I have a 4 year old Basenji/Whippet mix. She hates water and giving her a bath is quite a job!! Since Hollie is an indoor dog she must have a bath regularly to avoid smelling like Fritos (no kidding!!). I would love to try this product out!!

8. 9/25/08 at 11:27 am Michelle
   

   I have one story that contains my two dogs. It happened shortly after Thanksgiving last year. My two dogs (Henry a Black German Shepard and Griffin a Border Terrier) spend the day in my kitchen/sun porch while I am at work. Needless to say this leaves them full access to my kitchen. My family had left from visiting and I was cleaning up the kitchen and placed an opend bag of flour on the bottom of my backers rack inbtween my refrigerator and stove. Completely forgetting that I had left it there I left for work come Monday. Upon my arrival home from work I entered the sun room and noticed that neither of my two dogs greeted me. This was highly unusual and most certainly indicated that they had done something wrong. Then it hit me. My entire sun room was covered in flour. The walls, the floor, my furniture, the windows and oh yes, my dogs. They gingerly stepped out from the kitchen both covered from head to toe in whie all purpose flour. It was a mess. Both dogs were covered in flour and in certain places it was caked. My black German Shepard was now white and my Border Terrier was a lighter shade of brown. They apparently tried to eat some of it because the water bowl was bone dry causing the flour on their noses and snouts to cake up. I just stood there in total disbelief of what I was seeing. After collecting myself and trying my best to clean up the sun room I then attempted to give both of them baths. It took two baths per dog to get all the flour off of them.

   Lesson learned: Never, ever leave an unopened bag of flour anywhere near the dogs.

9. 9/25/08 at 11:48 am Viv
   

   I have a family of dogs..Mom is a Mastiff, Dad is a Standard Dashound and 2 babies. I know that sounds strange…we call them stiff wennies. Anyway they love to play in the leaves in the back yard and when it came time to burn the leaves they had to stay inside until the fire was out and everything hosed down. Not realizing what an idiot I was I let them out and of coarse they went straight for the leaf pile……needless to say I had two 90 pound stiff wennies, one 120 Mastiff and one 30 weinnie dog that were entirley black! It was a learning experience.

10. 9/25/08 at 12:07 pm Angie (Rem, Ping & Bella's mom)
    

    I was mowing the lawn and the grass was really good and green. The first fresh growth in the spring. I noticed Remington rolling in the clippings and thought nothing of it until later when I noticed all his white areas were a bright green. He looked like a shamrock!

11. 9/25/08 at 12:14 pm Dawn-mother of Murphy, Pepper & Peanut
    

    I have two rough collies and one sheltie. My back can only take one dog bath a day with these thick double coated dogs.
    One day I had just finished giving our youngest but also largest collie Murphy a bath, which is no easy feat. He’s too big for the laundry tub so we have to do it in the bath tub. I have to kneel on the floor and lean over the tub to do this. First there’s the wetting down process. I have to fill the tub up to get him wet all the way to the skin or all I end up doing is getting his outter coat wet. Then I drain the tub and start with the shampoo. It takes a lot of shampoo too! Finally after all the sudsing and rinsing for what seems like hours, I towel dried him then decided with it being such a beautiful sunny and breezy day, he’d dry faster if I just let him out in the yard to run a bit.
    While he was outside, I came back in and started the clean up of the bathroom. There’s soggy hairy wash cloths, a dripping shampoo mitt and blobs of sudsy shampoo all over!
    When I was done cleaning up I went to change my own clothes since I was wet from nect to knees! Did I mention I’m allergic to dogs? LOL! I am and get weekly allergy shots and they really help! My dogs don’t usually bother me as much as other peoples since I’m used to them more but when they are wet I do break out in hives on my arms so it’s important to get out of the wet hairy clothes as soon as possible. I’m dry now and I looked out the window to see what Murphy was up to and I had to do quite a double take!
    I did NOT see my big sable & white collie who should have been almost glowing in the sunlight with a sparkling white rough collar and his reddish gorgeous coat. Instead I saw a dark gray dog that looked like he had dreadlocks! I ran outside calling his name. He came sulking up to me all sad and embarrassed. He was covered from the tip of his nose to what should have been the white tip of his tail with ASH! He had rolled in the firepit where my hubby burns leaves & sticks from the yard! UGH! Now we had to do the whole bath process all over again! And on top of that, I still had two other dogs to wash! I felt like sitting down and crying!

12. 9/25/08 at 12:34 pm Heather
    

    I have a new rescue Aussie…She is about 3 years old and her name is Shelby. She was from Alabama and brought to NJ by an Aussie rescue group called New Spirit 4 Aussie Rescue. We adopted her and brought her home it was very nice…

    …except for the smell.

    See Shelby was a stray…and besides being very thin from lack of food, her coat was dry, brittle and sunburn. So I gave her a bath…She was such a trooper and did so well and afterwards all was good…for about a month…

    Then one night while sitting on the couch, there was this god awful smell…I thought I had left something out and it went bad so I set off looking all over the house for the source of the smell…and I kept smelling it everywhere. It was not strong, I would catch it like it was on a breeze, but when it came my way — it was enough to knock you off your feet and it was all through out the house –

    After about an hour I gave up, lit a candle and sat back down on the couch. Shelby came up on the couch and when I bent over to give her a kiss it hit me — SHE WAS THE SMELL !!!

    Needless to say, she has gotten a couple of baths in the 8 weeks we have owned her (and we have gone through about 3 bottle of Fabreze) but it’s so hard to get to her skin because of how dense her coat is and, therefore, she still smells. I am hoping that with the good food she is on and the regular care she is getting that it will go away — but I will take all the help I can get and i think that the HydroSurge RapidBath would be a big help in cleaning my new little girl !

13. 9/25/08 at 12:59 pm Wendy (& Riggins)
    

    A better question is when Riggins isn’t dirty. As a 55 lb mutt who thinks he is a lap dog that means weekly baths for him. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t come home to see him smiling at me through the fence with dirt covering his snout. He maintains 3 giant wholes in the backyard which is where he stores his balls and toys (and guards them with his life). He has gone toe to toe with skunks which leave me making a bigger mess (tomato covered dog) before attempting to clean him up. He has rolled around like a pig in mud at the lake and happily walked over all the beach towels. While camping he skips any ground cloth laid down for his benefit to get as close to the earth as possible. Sadly his most “dirty” didn’t leave him looking dirty but looks can be deceiving. On our weekly hike up an LA mountain Riggins decided it would be a good idea to get “pets” from the folks at the bottom. And really why take the trail when the shortest distance between two points is a straight line … down … through bushes and flowers and brush. The next day I had to go to the doctor due to a painful and unexplained rash covering my arms and legs. When the doctor told me I had poison oak I refused to agree with him. I reminded him I go hiking every week, same trail, always on the trail, been a girl scout and know “leaves of three let them be”. In the middle of a sentence telling him he was crazy I stopped, looked at him and said, “Umm … can I get poison oak from my dog.” He just turned around and started writing the perscription. That silly adorable mutt had managed to get himself covered in the stuff on his way up and down a mountain. All so that he could get some extra love from strangers.

14. 9/25/08 at 1:11 pm Hillary
    

    I have two siberian huskies and one day very stormy and rainy day while my husband and I were at work and the dogs were asleep a cat crawled through our fence somehow and ended up under our deck which is very low to the ground. The space under it was just big enough for a cat to crawl around but definately not big enough for my two dogs to get under. Well once my sleeping dogs awoke and sensed the cat under the deck they started digging. Needless to say when I got home there was a huge mess. The dogs had dug about three different holes in the ground that were big enough for them to get completely under the deck but not to the cat. So as you can image when I finally convince my dogs to come out of the holes they look like they are both brown (not gray and white). So I have to take the dogs in through my house to the garage (because whoever built my house did not put a door in to get from the backyard straight to the garage), I towel my dogs off the best I can but am worried about the cat so I hurry up and take them (muddy paws and all) through my kitchen to the garage. Then I take some leftover cat food I had from when I kept my sisters cat and I was finally able to get the cat out from under the deck and he was filthy too. The story turns out good though, apparently the people who live directly behind us were cat sitting for someone and the cat had gotten loose. By the end of all this, I am soaking wet and filthy, the dogs are soaking wet and filthy, the cat is soaking wet and filthy and my kitchen is soaking wet and filthy. It took me forever to clean up the mess. Luckily we all survived it okay and were able to laugh about it the next day.

15. 9/25/08 at 1:58 pm Leigh
    

    We recently adopted a rottweiler puppy. We haven’t had him long enough to have any major horror stories, however we no longer take him to the dog park near us. It’s gravel, and all the dogs pee in the gravel. Wally loves to play with other dogs and flip on his back in the gravel. Wally never fails to be covered in dog slobber after playtime, he looks like the scene from Something About Mary. Combine that with the dirty gravel, and he needs a bath every time. Oh, and the last time we were there, a 150 pound great dane tried humping him.

16. 9/25/08 at 2:12 pm Denise
    

    I have a very beautiful blond golden retriever. My husband and I decided to take her to the local ball field to let her run , play, and chase balls. We were having a good time and she was having fun. That is while she was playing in the grassy area. When low and behold she decided to play in the sandy area of the baseball field. The hubby got upset and said she was going to get all sandy. I made the statement that it was only sand and that she could be cleaned off. Well as they say,” open mouth and insert foot”, I definitely did. While we were disputing the sand issue, she decided to mosey over to a big mud puddle right outside the baseball field. Just as she put her paw in the puddle, I shouted at her to get out of the puddle. Well the hubby said, “Honey, it’s only a little water. She can always be cleaned up. She is having fun! ” He then proceeded to play with her in the very big mud puddle. Ginger was splashing in the puddle and decided to lay down in it! Needless to say , I started out with a beautiful very blond golden retriever and ended up with a brown muddy retriever, still very beautiful but very very dirty!

17. 9/25/08 at 2:18 pm CRYSTAL
    

    WE RECENTLY HUNG SOME SMELLY FLY TRAPS IN THE BACKYARD, HIGH UP. LOLA, A VERY SPRINGY RESCUE, MANAGED TO JUMP UP ENOUGH TO PULL THE TRAP DOWN. ONE OF OUR 4-LEGGEDS (WE HAVE 4) CARRIED THIS TROPHY INTO OUR HOUSE, AND TORE IT OPEN ON THEIR NEW BIG FLUFFY PILLOW. THE SMELL WAS HORRIBLE! AT FIRST, I DIDNT KNOW WHAT THAT SMELL WAS. WHEN WE TURNED ON THE LIGHTS, IMAGINE OUR SURPRISE AT ALL THE DEAD ANTS IN OUR HOUSE, SPREAD EVERYWHERE! SHADES OF AMITYVILLE HORROR!! EVEN THOUGH WE CLEANED AND SPRAYED, THE SMELL STILL LINGERED. THAT WAS WHEN WE CHECKED OUR DOGS. IT APPEARS THAT THEY ROLLED IN THE FLIES AND ATTRACTANT. THATS 1 ENGLISH MASTIFF (180#), 1 BOXER MIX (140#), 1 GERMAN SHEPHERD (86#) AND OUR RESCUE MIX (25#) THAT ALL NEEDED BATHS. THEY WERE NOT THRILLED. WE WASHED ONE DOG A DAY. A HYDROSURGE RAPID BATH WOULD HAVE BEEN VERY HELPFUL AND TIME SAVING. MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP, AND I WILL BE ASKING FOR ONE

18. 9/25/08 at 2:20 pm CRYSTAL
    

    CORRECTION: I MEANT “DEAD FLIES IN OUR HOUSE”, NOT DEAD ANTS. SORRY

19. 9/25/08 at 2:52 pm Rachel and the pack
    

    All of the dogs (3) stay outside during the day and sometimes I end up bathing them more than twice a week! I bathe each of them one at a time and when I let them in, they are STILL dirty and STILL smell. To have this Rapid Bath System would be wonderful, as I do not have the funds to buy one myself after just finishing a divorce.

20. 9/25/08 at 3:48 pm Melissa
    

    For what its worth…i LOVE the flour story. I’ll have to keep it in mind next time I want “revenge” on somebody with dogs…HAHAAAA…I love the empty water bowl + dogs = caked noses. Awesome story.

21. 9/25/08 at 5:02 pm LpnLab
    

    We live in Arizona, so one hot summer day we drove the dogs up north to hike through the cool forest. Along this really neat trail that had some awesome caves, my Walker hound/Lab mix found some bear poo. Yes, bear poo. As we are all checking out the caves, this awful smell radiates around us. We all turn sniffing at where the heck it’s coming from, and Diesel comes strutting up to us like he won some big prize- his whole left side covered in smelly poo. Of course, my friends and siblings freak and start running away from him, which of course makes him think that they’re playing tag! He chases them with poo, they’re screaming and running- it was like a three ring circus. I guess there’s more than one meaning for “watch out for bears”

22. 9/25/08 at 6:16 pm Brilynn
    

    Well, Muffy has finally discovered the joy of being dirty, which most dogs discover really soon. She just discovered it a few weeks ago, and used to be a very clean and picky little pekingese! Now all she wants to do is dig and play in dirt and mud, and not want to take bathes anymore! I’m not sure if I should be proud that she has finally found this joy, or if I should dread it!

    

23. 9/25/08 at 7:15 pm Scout, Precious, Gracie, and Hunter
    

    We are a family of four Basset Hounds!! Needless to say, sometimes it gets messy around here! The dirtiest anyone in our pack got was the time Scout and Gracie decided that they wanted to go into the back yard and hunt for mice!! It was winter and we were having a problem with outdoor mice. We have a huge deck in out backyard, and the mice like to live under during the winter. The pups were playing outside one day, when I noticed that Gracie and Scout were trying to dig through the deck!! They also had a GIANT hole dug in one of the flower beds leading under the deck. They were already covered in dirt so I decided to go ahead and let them finish whatever they were trying to do before I gave them a bath, I went inside for a few minutes and all of a sudden all of the pups began barking and howling as loud as they could!! I ran outside to see what the commotion was and saw that Gracie and Scout each had a huge mouse in their mouths!! By the time I got to them it was too late!! They had rolled on the dead mice and were disgustingly dirty!!! I don’t know how I managed, but I was able to get them clean again after about 2 hours of bathing!!! Needless to say, I could REALLY use a HydroSurge RapidBath Animal Bathing System!!

24. 9/25/08 at 8:26 pm Debra
    

    We do a lot of camping throughout the year and always take our dogs. My husband was out fishing in his boat and I was walking the dogs along the beach to get some exercise and to let them be dogs and play.
    I see Haleyrae rolling around on the beach going crazy in ths one spot and went to investigate. She was rolling around on a huge dead fish that someone was kindly to leave there for her.!! It had been there quite awhile by the smell. ( she was very happy they left it)
    She smelled so bad, good thing our 5th wheel has bathtub, she was given a nice bubble bath since she does sleep with us and all was well.

25. 9/25/08 at 8:36 pm Paula Sargent
    

    No horror story would be complete without one from a sweet innocent perfectly trained service dog! Raising and training service dogs can be a handful at time especially when they beat me at my own game. The problem with service dogs is teaching them a skill and the really smart ones can cross apply that knowledge to fulfill their own motives. Here is what I call service, therapy, or foster dog algebra and a common self explanatory story at my house: Dirt + water = mud. Water + dog = Labrador. Labs + mud = Hours of entertainment multiple by muddy dogs. Labs + knowledge of opening doors= MUDDY house (walls, floor, furniture). Muddy dogs minus dog wash = A LOT OF TIME BATHING.

26. 9/26/08 at 2:34 am Joy Frannicola
    

    We are a family of 6 dogs - labs, a lab mix, a heeler and a Springer, and we live on a horse farm. The greatest pleasure these guys get is to go outside every morning and roll - on the riding track, in the pastures, in the stalls before we can clean them, on the tractor pad - anywhere they can find stinky smelly stuff to get into. Jake, my black lab, always comes in gray; Tucker, the yellow lab, turns black! Ever see a completely black Springer? Meet Mocha! Want to know where all of the dead animals (mice, snakes, lizards) end up? In a pile, under Cody (the chocolate lab)! He collects them, then rolls in them. Needless to say, bath days are just that - days! By the time I round everybody up, I go through a bottle of shampoo at each session! Not to mention my aching back. There’s gotta be an easier way!

27. 9/26/08 at 6:31 am Sandy Dove
    

    I am an old, Scottie mom with 5 Scotties I adopted from various rescue facilities. I bathe them regularly although, with my old, arthritic hands, it is getting to be harder as time goes on.

    I could sure use a Hydro Surge!

28. 9/26/08 at 7:57 am Shelby
    

    I have this for my 2 110 lbs American bulldogs and as it usually is, they hate baths. When we first used this they loved it! The older one just sat down as i bathed him. The puppy kept trying to bite the water ha ha. Its great and and I highly recommend it

29. 9/26/08 at 9:26 am Sadie Lickin's
    

    Sadie’s diary entry 4/27/08…

    Here is a good Poo story with all the other body functions added in! I’ll let Dad bark it out, it works better that way:

    Ah Dogster, what better place to share stories about excreatment!

    Yesterday I was doing personal errands. I stopped by the adoption stand to drop off some paperwork. Just as I was getting ready to leave, Cindy mentioned she had a pup at Prevent-a-Litter (PAL) and she could use some help picking it up. Well that figures, I had just come from there! I had dropped off some Spay and Neuter material borrowed for the AM Davis school fair the weekend before. Yeah, they said they had a couple of AARF dogs when I was there, but didn’t say anything about them being ready to go leave. I didn’t say I was going to the AARF stand either…

    *Sigh*

    Always eager to lend a helping paw, er hand, I went back to PAL to get the pup. The front desk people and I shared a laugh as I came B-A-A-A-C-K just a few minutes after leaving. I signed out the pup, said: ‘Well, twice in one day is enough. Good bye! “, and walked out the door. Oh, those fateful words…

    The pup was a stolid Pitt/Boxer mix, maybe 30 pounds already. He had just been neutered and I expected he would be groggy and maybe sick. Let’s just say, he certainly met those expectations!

    The clinic area is in the olde part of town, with buildings crowded next to each other, and limited parking. I ducked into the narrow walkway between PAL and the next business over, to get to my SUV parked in the rear.

    As soon as the pup saw the first bit of open grass, he stopped and had THE WORST POO I HAVE EVER SEEN!!! And a large one too! It was an awful, smelly mush that was too solid to come from the small end, yet too liquid to attribute as something belonging from the rear.

    To make matters worse, just as this is going on, the neighboring business owner pulls up. He scowls over at me, and says, “You ARE going to clean that up, right?” (I really can’t blame him. How many dogs must have gotten sick on his property, being next door to the Spay/Neuter clinic?)

    I reply “Sure!”, while at the same time thinking it is going to be impossible to pick up this liquid goo. I decide to park the pup in my SUV before tackling the poo. On the way to the SUV, he peed a bucketful…

    Back I go into PAL looking for cleaning supplies. Armed with plastic bags and a few paper towels, and barely holding back adding the contents of my stomach to the existing mess, I got things cleaned up to the best of my ability. I returned to PAL yet again to wash my hands. As I left this time, I just rolled my eyes and just said; “See ya soon”.

    As I am driving back to the adoption stand, I thought, well at least he didn’t puke… About then, you guessed it; “RALPH!”. The sour smell came forward to where I am driving. I just roll down the windows and drive the remaining several blocks to the stand.

    Arriving at the stand, I go to the back of the SUV to observe the large pile of puke in the cargo compartment. At least that was much more solid than what the poo was…

    Thinking my ordeal is now over, I walk the pup toward the stand. He is slow walking behind me, and I am thinking; “Aww poor little guy, bad day at the office, huh?” As I get closer, everybody starts yelling at me, “He’s pooing, he’s pooing! Oh gross”!

    I turn around and all I can say is, he has a geyser shooting out his butt! A steady stream of liquid poo, looking something like what I imagine a high pressure leak in a crude oil pipeline must look like. Projectile pooing, it was landing almost a foot away from the spewing end!

    My friends shout; “Take him back to the grass, take him back!”

    I turn around to head for the last grass island before the sidewalk area. As the dog turns around, he points this steady stream of poo right at me, AND I AM ON A SHORT LEAD!!! I frantically jumped the poo stream. The AARF people that saw me, said they quite enjoyed the expression on my face as I did that.

    Naturally, when I made it back to the grassy area, the pup was all done.

    My AARF friends cleaned the sidewalk area with water and bleach, as I went back to my SUV to clean up the barffy mess waiting me there.

    And that’s today’s poo, pee, and barf story. I have the bad feeling I will have more to share at another time…

30. 9/26/08 at 9:45 am Sadie Lickin's
    

    Diary entry 10/04/2004:

    “THE PURPLE STUFF”

    I’ll never know what it was. Hee, hee. Dad said he may never let me run in that patch of woods again! But for one glorious moment, I was ONE with the purple stuff.

    The color actually was more lavandar than purple and I thought it showed well against my own lighter markings on my side and neck. The consistancy, a perfect spreadable peanut butter type easy to work with and spread. Ahhh. And the aroma! How to describe it?

    Dad wouldn’t even touch me when it was time to hook him up and go home. For a dim sensed human, quite the compliment!

    Maggs, my best dogfriend was so jealous! She usually finds the good stuff, but this day I put her to shame.

    Uh, oh. I hear water running…

31. 9/26/08 at 11:48 am Suzzie
    

    We had just gotten a new corgi puppy during one of those infamous Ohio warm spells in February. The backyard was more dirt than grass, and all the snow had melted. I let my 100# Old English Sheepdog go out to potty, and sent out the little corgi too.

    About two minutes later it occurred to me that two young dogs and a backyard full of mud are definitely not a good combination. I ran out the door to find one now completely brown large dog covered in muck and some tiny little pathetic critter with big ears being rolled back and forth in the mud by my sheepie, who thought it was a fun game of “roll the corgi.” It was so absolutely hysterical that I laughed myself to tears before I managed to grab my camera and take pictures of those filthy animals. When they were put into the bathtub, they both hung their heads sadly, not understanding why all their fun mud splattering was getting washed away.

32. 9/26/08 at 4:36 pm Alicia
    

    We have a boxer/border collie named Rocko. We live on about 300 acres so the dogs have plenty of room to run and get messy on. One of my favorites is during hunting season. My father-in-law had field dressed a nice 12 point buck, well the my little love decided that what better to roll in than deer intestines. He came back to us with entrails hanging from his collar. It was caked in his ears, nose, and covering his tail. Sad but true this has happened more than once. Even better is that he hates the hose. So he constantly tried to get between my legs as I was bathing him. We also had a GSD pup who had a diverticulum of the bladder so she peed herself constantly, so she got bathed at least every other day, most of the time it was every morning we got out of the kennel. What’s life without big smelly dogs!

33. 9/26/08 at 4:37 pm THERESA & SHAY
    

    MY DOG SHAY LOVES TO SWIM, BUT WHEN SHE GETS OUT SHE ROLLS IN THE DIRT. AND, JUST LOVE IT WHEN IT RAINS AND SHAY DECIDES SHE WANTS TO GO FOR A RUN THROUGH THE PUDDLES OF MUDDY WATER.

34. 9/26/08 at 8:10 pm Barkley Orville
    

    Phew, I hope this never happens again!

    We were camping last year. Beautiful campsite and lake. The bad news it rained for two days straight. More bad news, Barkley, after the rain stoped, decided to go out and explore every hole he got into. Well he found a hole alright! A 3 foot deep mud pit! Of course he jumped in and had the time of his life! I never smelled mud so bad in my life, almost as bad as a skunk! So I take him down to the lake to try and wash him off. Even more bad news, he found a skunk. Obviously he chased it. You all know what happens with skunks. He got sprayed. Now he WAS as bad as a skunk. So once again I try to wash him down in the lake. The mud WOULD NOT come out of his fur!! It was slimy and sticky and greasy! I did the best I could with no soap or shampoo and took him back to camp. He still melt awefull and still had gunk in his fur. When it dryed I coamed him out and surprisingly most of it came out with the brush! Okay he was clean now, but what about the smell??? I had to wait untill I got home to do anything about it and had to ride home with a smelly dog in the car for 3 hours! I swear if the car had not had windows, we would have died of the smell!!

35. 9/26/08 at 8:28 pm Chuppy
    

    On a HOT June day, we took Chuppy out for a quick dip at a lake we owned. We never noticed all the mud that was there because we thought if it was hot here, it might as well be hot there, but it wasn’t at all!! It must have rained the day before because it was slimy and slippery on the soiled forest floor. Carefully, the family took each other’s hand and trailed through the slippery forest, while Chuppy, on the other hand, was having somewhat fun in the slimy mud! He was off leash, and I remember how there was a little hill and he went sliding down it without knowing it! As we saw him at the end of the little hill, he was all mud covered ear to tail! We couldn’t believe it! He started to run like a maniac to the lake and dived right in, making small mud bubbles in the lake. As he came out, I saw that he was soaked with water, but there was still mud under his coat because whenever you petted him, you always had mud on your hand! We started to play water fetch with him until the hours rolled by and it was dim. At sunset, we packed our things and started to pack them back in the car. The car was HUMUNGOUS, but all the things we brought, Chuppy had to sit with us, so the mud was IN THE CAR! It was muddy and slippery, at the same time, with an unforgettable stench from when Chuppy encountered something DEAD at the lake I believe. I drive home was unforgettable, meaning I would never want it to happen again! As we came home, mud was on the backseat of the car, and they were leather seats!! It took abour 2 and a half hours to clean out the car! Chuppy, on the otherhand, needed a bath! We took him up to the bathroom to shower and bathe him, about 1 1/2 hour later, he was clean on the outside, but guess what?! The next day, when I petted him, I felt something wet under his coat, and found out that the mud set in his coat, it took 2 bath days to clean out all of it, and also, professional help! Mud and dog don’t mix, especially in car rides!

36. 9/26/08 at 10:15 pm Ziggy
    

    After moving to town into a planned community from a big place out in the country, I thought Ziggy would finally be a ‘clean’ dog. No such luck. Across the street from our new house is a lovely stretch of groomed lawn - about an acre in size. Ziggy loves to go for a run and to play frisbee there. It never fails that every time we go to play, Ziggy finds the biggest pile of squirrel poop to roll in. He’s a JRT and is fast and so can manage to grind the poop into his fur all the way to his skin in seconds. After he finds the squirrel stuff, he rolls in the freshly cut grass until his entire coat, back and belly, is bright green, with a brown streak down the middle of his back. His aroma is enough to knock you to your knees. He runs and runs in manic circles to avoid having to come inside for his cleanup with a big grin on his face. He’s too short to tackle so I have to wait until he’s too tuckered out to take one more step to hitch him up and lead him home.

37. 9/27/08 at 4:15 am Val & Gracie, Mozart & Wolfgang
    

    Can we use it in the bath tub? I think we could & that would be very kool. Dad takes the boys to Bark Street for do-it-yourself wash/dry/fold but I like to stay home. We all have tons of fur & the boys sure can get dirty chasing the squirrlies. None of like the bath experience but this looks like it might not be toooo bad. We’d love to give it a try.
    Gracie & the boys

38. 9/27/08 at 8:49 am The Goobersmooches
    

    The Goobersmooches are a pack of six pups in Northern Louisiana. On bath day, Momma Goobersmooch has a collective 415lbs of dog to bathe. They all sleep inside, so it is important they are clean…during our recent hurricanes, we had lots of rain, which means lots of mud! Moses, the 170 lb Mastiff loves to stand out in the rain and lay in the mud…the others just love to play in it! After Ike came through, I had six reddish brown dogs (only one of them is really reddish brown in fur)! They were coated in that wonderful Louisiana red clay!!!!!!!! It generally takes 4 to 5 hours to bathe all six, none of which appreciate my labor of love!!! Bathing the Goobersmooches is an all day affair!!!!

39. 9/28/08 at 12:21 pm Ozzie
    

    During the summer vacation it rained alot here. One day it just rained and rained and rained. When it finally stopped I went outside to see the ground soaked and giant puddles all over our yard, mud included. I was pretty bummed, but Ozzie on the other hand, decided to make the best of a bad situation. I looked over at him and he was enjoying himself, stepping in the mud, and pawing at the puddles. I laughed at him and picked up some mud, with no intentions to do anything with it, but Ozzie had other ideas. He stared at me, well more at the mud, waiting for me to throw it, wanting to play fetch with it. I laughed at him and tossed it on the ground…the last thing I wanted was for him to get mud in his mouth. He tried to get it but it hit the ground too soon. I picked up some more and tossed it at his side, he looked at me yet again waiting for me to throw more. Needless to say, with both went back inside covered in mud from head to toe. I had to carry Ozzie in the back door and set him in the tub so he wouldn’t get muddy paw prints all over the house. It took a lot of washing before the white part of his coat was…well…white again.

40. 4/21/09 at 8:04 pm Dan Roberts
    

    I really liked your blog it will open many folks eyes on this subject. Very well written and will be looking forward to reading more in the future.

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