New and improved Boo today...

Yesterday was one of those blessed days when the air was warm and sweetly scented and stepping out into it was like Dorothy opening the door to Oz. It occurred to me that this was ideal dog-washing weather, and Boo had not had a bath in a few months. The spot where I administered his flea medication was still spiky, sort of punk-doggy. So into the tub he went, not without some protest. A happy half-hour later, after sudsing up with the deodorizing doggy shampoo and rinsing, rinsing, rinsing, our Boo was all sleek and clean. Then I spent the rest of the day picking up the hair that suddenly released its grip on him. Finally, I took him out into the backyard and sat on the lawn on a towel for an hour or so, brushing away. It was alarming, actually. But he didn't wind up bald Boo. It was just a whole bunch of that fuzzy undercoat that he doesn't need, anyway. Now he is shiny and sweet-smelling, for today, that is.