Lavation for Tollers

Its B-word time again for us. We get stuck in the laundry trough to get soaped up and rinsed down. I howled about it, but it did no good, Tiffany and I still had to endure the ignominy of a dunking in the trough. We get rubbed down with towels until we are almost dry, and then we get our revenge.
I went running amongst the dirt, dead leaves and general mulch in the garden until I could get back some of my Redolence of Canine, while Tiffany ran everywhere with her ball, trying to get KnK to catch her.
In the end we both collapsed from exhaustion and had to put up with the grooming brushes and combs, just so we would look nice because training starts this week.
Still, we get to meet up with all of our friends at the dog clubs again, so it is not all bad news.