So, I think my Chihuahua tried to kill me last night…
I put the bath mat on the floor before I went in the shower. Climbing out, I took a huge step, expecting some traction from the mat.
Instead my wet foot slid across the bare slippery floor, and this girl who never advanced beyond a beginner level yoga class came close to doing the splits.
Confused about the missing bath mat, and slightly shaken by my near fall, I heard a snort in the bedroom.
I discovered the missing bath mat.
You can’t see it in the photo, but my little bath mat thief is grinning…in a threatening manner.
I knew I shouldn’t have told her she’s in my will.
I haven’t had a bath in over two months!
Sadly, the cottage is far from perfect. No laundry, no bath tub…no joy!
Every night I squish my grimy body into my coffin-sized shower stall and perform a series of contortions in an attempt to come out cleaner than I went in.
I miss bathing so much that the idea of languishing in a tub of warm water, wine glass in one hand, novel in the other is never far from my thoughts.
I’d almost given up on my squeaky clean dreams when I found the answer–public dog baths!
For $10, one can enjoy a hot soapy interlude at the pet supply shop. Granted, it may not be as private as I’d like, but it’s a bath!!!
If staff try to tell me this opportunity is only for dogs, I’ll have one thing to say: woof!
Friends, if I play my cards right, the word of the day might just be splash.