Ever since this little dog Dixie came into our lives over the Christmas Holiday, the doll has made it her mission to make this “set in her ways” dog her own. Whether she is begging to take the dog for a walk or fixing up a new sleeping area for Dixie in her bedroom, we’re finding her ambition a bit amusing. “Mom, Dixie has been biting and licking her feet a lot and daddy seems to think she may have fleas. Can I give her a flea bath?” she asked one day.
First, let me state, giving this dog a bath is no treat. I know, because I have had that pleasure. Plus, once her bath was complete, the dog would have nothing to do with me for about two days (my reward!). Given that result, I thought the doll was making a mistake wanting to give Dixie a bath but also I was concerned with the soap she planned on using. Undeterred, we found regular dog soap and the dog cleaning commenced.
The doll scooped up the dog and into the bathtub she went. I’d like to tell you the doll had complete control and washed the dog without incident. However, judging from the amount of water found on the bathroom floor, I suspected she had a little trouble keeping the dog in the tub. “Doll, what’s with all this water?” “Well, Dixie kept jumping in and out of the bathtub trying to get out. I had to keep picking her up and putting her back in the tub. Also, look mom; I had to change my clothes since I got pretty wet while cleaning her up.”
The most peculiar thing about the entire bath incident was that Dixie held no animosity toward the doll following there bathtub adventure. She allowed the doll to pick her up and dry her off (with me she ran and hid underneath the boy’s bed for an hour, soaking the carpeting with wet dog smell) then began playing her favorite game of fetch with her. Obviously the doll has the touch, which is just as well, considering I never want to give that animal a bath again.