Finnegan was getting rather ripe. I figured the only way to get him bathed was to put on my bathing suit and take him in the shower with me. This worked OK though Finnegan did a lot of slipping and sliding: two feet with skin beats four furry paws in the traction department this time. Lots of fine clayey dirt in his hair and feet went down the drain.

He didn’t like the hair dryer. In fact I had to take a second shower after he emptied his bladder and then some on me during that episode. I think I’ll have to get him used to the noise by just turning on the hair dryer every so often while I’m in the kitchen doing other things. After all, he just ignores the noisy coffee grinder.