So this morning I set down to work with this new pound puppy. One of her issues is that she is afraid of the bathroom, she will come to me anywhere but there, and I am not gonna put up with that -- no sir!
I decided to fix it.
I hook up her leash, call her and then reel her in. She isn't happy at all, not one bit, but after a half dozen wild-eyed paws-planted struggles she is finally more or less "coming" when I drag her. Not too shabby. I mentally pat myself on the back.
But it's not good enough for ME! I decide to up the ante. I want to make her come all the way across the room, clean to the tub. I am gonna teach this crazy mutt that there is NOTHING to be frightened of.
So....
With my Pup watching wide eyed from the doorway to see what new mischief I am up to, I back across the room and grab a seat at the edge of the bathtub. But when I sat down my butt must have caught the edge of the shower curtain or something, because the next thing I know the metal rod bashes me across the head before crashing into the tub -- it sounded like a drumset kicked down a flight of stairs. The last thing I saw before my head vanished under the fluttering curtain was the HORROR in my puppies eyes-- I had just confirmed everything she feared about that scary room.
Ah well.... I guess she probably wont be getting a bath this weekend.
