The other day my son remarked on Alanis’ ability to keep her beard out of the water when she drinks. The sound she makes is even dainty, a glip glip glip.
I said, “That’s not all. When the dogs play outside, I have to wash the mud off Miró’s feet. Alanis has been running in the same areas but her feet are clean.” A few weeks earlier when I bathed her at the do-it-yourself doggie wash salon, I expected torrents of dirt to wash down the drain because she hadn’t had a bath in months. She likes to scuff through the leaves and let the cedar branches scratch her back—plenty of dirt there. But no dirt on Alanis. The soapy water ran clean.
Teflon ® dog?