Mingus smells spiffy because I took him for a bath. It was a full service bath, so I was hoping to sit outside in the sun and knit while Mingus got pampered. We walked in, and the groomer greeted us by saying, "Welcome to the lap of luxury!" So far, so good. Before I left, I had to assist Mingus up the stairs into the tub. This posed a challenge since Mingus, my normally confident dog, refused to move. Then, he let out a WOO! And another one. And another one. And then he would shake his body so we would all get wet. Then, another WOO! I couldn't just walk away and let the groomer deal with my dog, so I stayed there and proceeded to get soaked.
Still, as awful as that was for us, I'll probably do it again because he feels like the softest bearskin rug. It's not like he was filthy before, but this ridiculous - he is softer than our cats. Plus, our one and only bathroom doesn't have wet dog fur on the ceiling. That, my friends, is the lap of luxury.