If you have been reading this blog for really any length of time, you probably know about Carys' constant companion, Perdita.
And, of course, Perdita goes to the emergency room with us.
Folks, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that 'Dita' as Carys calls her, gets pretty nasty. In the past, I refused to be responsible for washing the poor thing. I did not want to have to deal with the drama. But, yesterday, I decided to bite the bullet and wash her. (She's been washed before, by the way, just not by me!) Now that we have a front-loader washer, Carys loves to put things in there. (She may or may not have attempted to climb in herself...) So, I gathered all of the girls' laundry, put it in the washer, and then asked Carys to put Dita in. She was having no part of that. But, being the stellar parent that I am and having decided that today was the day to give the poor pup a bath, I grabbed her (Dita, not Carys), threw her in, and shut the door.
You can imagine how well that went over.
I blame pregnancy hormones.
Carys spent the next long minutes sobbing while hugging the washer window. And, this heartless mama did nothing while Dita spun round and round.
Actually, I did do something. I attempted to bribe distract her with her other favorite things. apples, protein bars, cheese, sister's toys, the phone...
I finally got her interested in The Lion King.
She seemed to handle the time okay with the movie on to distract her. But, rest assured, she was not about to forgive me so easily. After I pulled Dita out of the dryer all fluffy and warm and after Carys gave her the once over, chewed on her ears a little and gave her kisses, she punished me by promptly sticking Dita's face in Penny's water bowl. Touche, mon petite pickle. I shall now fully relinquish the dog washing responsibilities to John.
2 comments:
Oh goodness! This is how I was with my blanket! EC doesn't have a "thing" yet but I wish she did! Not for moments like this necessarily but for moments when nothing will comfort her! haha! :-)
I finally had to give up washing your "blanket." I was afraid that it would literally shred into such tiny pieces that there would be nothing left to hold on to. That was a risk I was unwilling to take.
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