Again, I’m on the road and posting not only irregularly, but out of chronological order. Chico and I are headed east and we spent a couple days in the Denver area while I got my tail light cover replaced. Fortunately, I have friends in the area and Chico and I were able to spend lots of time south of the city, on a 90-plus acre farm. But we also spent plenty of time in the dirty city. After seeing how dirty I was every evening, I kept an eye out for a you-do-it dog wash.
This morning I found it one in a strip mall:
There’s a small shop, a few self-serve tubs in the back, and a small grooming business.
The whole thing went pretty well until the blow drying which, today, seemed to be real torture for Chico. Once he started snapping at the dryer hose, I just quit while I was ahead, half-dry dog or not. It wasn’t cold out. I didn’t have enough treats or enough time to work through that issue today.
It cost twenty dollars to wash my forty pound dog, not too bad an indulgence.