Blue's Worst Nightmare

Hi, my name is Blue. I am a four-year-old blue-colored American Pit Bull Terrier (APBT). (Ralph made me change my description from just a "blue pit bull" because he thinks people will think that's a specific breed. He's picky about that kind of stuff.) Heather is letting me write today's post after what she did to me yesterday.

For those of you who are coming over from Sincerely Fro' Me to You, she wanted me to let you know that she is not cheating. These pictures include her in an outfit that will never see crinkle-cut scissors or the inside of a photo album. (Trust me, that's a good thing. I've seen it. I'm glad I'm color blind.)

Now normally, I love my people more than anything else in the world. They are actually concerned that I am one day going to snap my spine in half from waggling my butt so vigorously when I see them.

Yesterday, though, Heather put my love to the test.

She decided it was time for a bath.


Do I look happy about this?

Can you believe it? Just as I was about to achieve the perfect amount of dirt on my hide, she comes at me with a water hose. She knows I hate the water. I don't care if it is 95° outside (which it was yesterday), I don't find it at all refreshing. And to add insult to injury, she subjected me to the other bane of my existence, the camera.
I know I'm beautiful, but I can only take so much.

We are NOT amused.


At first I just stood there, as I know by now it's best to just ride it out quietly.



And some parts I knew had to be cleaned, like my armpits.
They collect dirt like nobody's business.

(See what I mean about that outfit? Where did she learn to mix patterns like that??)




At one point I tried to sneak away, thinking maybe she'd relent since I was so thoroughly drenched. Nope. Didn't work.




Here she's washing my face because I have an odd bald spot by my left eye that she's worried about. Sheesh! When is this torture going to be over?




Finally, I just gave up and lay down. She was apparently going to torture me until she was good and done, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Afterwards, to make me feel better, she gave me some of the crunchy doggy treats I love so much, so she pretty much redeemed herself. Plus, she washed Coco too, so at least I knew it wasn't just something she did to me to make me feel bad.

Ralph couldn't take pictures of Coco, though, because he had to help Heather wrangle her. This was her first bath outside of the bathtub, and she was not happy about it. She hates water just as much as I do. (I think that's why we get along so well.) Heather only snapped a picture of her afterward. She was still mad so she refused to look at the camera.

But Heather gave her some crunchy treats, too, so she's feeling better now.

In fact, we were both so forgiving that we waited a whole five minutes after our baths before rolling in the dirt again.


Since apparently other people like to take pictures of cruel and unusual things, head on over to We Are THAT Family for more pictures of people in strange clothes doing things that dogs will just never understand.


Oh, and for those of you who would never come to our house because I am such a "vicious" animal, I'm told I'm an ambassador of (to?) my breed. I've even gotten an award. To read more about pit bulls and how great we are, here are a few websites to peruse (ALL of which are AGAINST any kind of animal fighting):

Badrap
(Bay Area Doglovers Responsible About Pitbulls)

Pit Bull Lovers

The Real Pit Bull

Pit Bull Rescue Central

Advocates for the Underdog

Read this article on how Michael Vic's dogs are getting a second chance.

Owners who know say that the only thing deadly about pit bulls is their gas. I'm afraid I'm guilty of this one. Maybe you don't want to come over to visit...