washing all three dogs is not easy.
yoda rubs his head in the dirt the second he's done.
daisy slowly inches away the whole time, so much that it isn't noticeable until she's gone. that, and she makes the funniest faces.
storm is...well. storm. enough said.
but seeing as how the white dogs were gray and storm was like a cloud of dirt when she shakes, it was time.
long overdue. i'm pretty sure there were curse words going through their little puppy minds.
of course, meghan has to supervise, particularly with yoda.
she's very protective of him. she stands there, the whole time. reassuring him that it will be okay. i just love the two of them together.
and then there's me, snapping pictures. getting in the way and not really helping.
but the end result is nice all around.
living here is chaotic in every sense. but i wouldn't change a thing.
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