Monster Wash.

I'm the uhm..What's the PC word for dog-owner? I'm not a fan of "mom." Anyway - I'm the cool dog-owner to 3 dogs. Well, kinda sort of only 1 - but I get an extra 2 on the weekends.

It's been a few weeks since I came home to this mess. (But - I just found these pictures on my computer.) My weekend puppies (manfriend's monsters) decided to play in the rain and made a mess of the now-wine room.

And, yes. I refer to them as monsters. They're so pretty - but they're messy, and loud, and abnoxious. Maybe I should call them teenagers? Or - college kids?

Back to the picture. Because manfriend lives more than an hour away - it was obvious we couldn't load this muddy mess in his truck when it was time for him to leave.

We found this really cool dog wash {This one is over by 50th and uh, something.}, and I can't begin to explain to you the experience we had. But, I'm going to try.

Rollie and Rudy had no idea what was in store for them.

Dog washes are pretty amazing. You just walk  your little [or big] dog up the ramp and it's basically like a car wash after that: turn the knob for soap, rinse and wax {lol}.

Expect - some dogs - ahem, Rollie - don't like them and will try to bite the blowers.

In my rural life - we don't wash our dogs. We let them play in the mud and sleep in the barn. But, I guess this is a part of urban living I can get use to. (Please take a second to to notice my dog-washing apparel: rain boots and rain jacket.)