Tonight after a short walk, Ky and I bathed the dogs. They, like other dogs, smell bad. Although, to be fair, it is not just the dogs. Actually, my entire house reeks. If I come to visit you and I smell of pork and onions, it is really not my fault, I swear.
For the last few months, I have been working steadily on teaching the dogs a new trick. You would think I would teach them something useful like "fetch", "roll over", "play dead" or "take that man's wallet as he leans to pet you". But I haven't. Instead, I have been teaching them to sit in front of the hairdryer. Every time I blow dry my hair, I aim it at the pups for bit. At first, it freaked them out, but eventually even Monty got used to it. Now they all sit pretty and wait to have their hair blewed. To be blown. Whatever.
Tonight, I decided I would try and get it all on tape. I grabbed my camera, switched it to recording and aimed it at Vicki. I took two takes of her and the hair dryer. She sat for a couple of minutes (ok, 45 seconds) and her ears flapped in the wind. I proudly downloaded it to my computer.
As I was going over the tapes, I proudly announced to Ky that the second was the best shot. I was planning on uploading it on here so you can all be amazed at my training abilities. (No, I cannot get them to sit or speak or listen, but they can get their hair done!) Ky looked at me like I had lost my mind and then I realized, perhaps it would only be I who was impressed.