The Battle of the Bath

17 Oct

Chicki in the shower

I wonder how many of us have experienced a collision between their elbow and their knee-cap.

My guess is: not many.

So, it is with some alacrity that I report that I, Margaret Sharp, have managed it. And yes, it hurts.

You may wonder how this all came about.

The answer is: Chicki!

Adorable though she is, Chicki’s  fun-loving streak can produce all manner of outcomes.

She has a penchant for turning every activity into a game: or, more correctly, a battle of wits. A battle that she is more than capable of winning!

Today’s episode involved the perennial favourite: bath time. With admirable acuteness, my quick glimpse at her bath towel, and sly positioning of dog shampoo, gave her all the clues she needed. Instantly she summed up the agenda.

And so began the great puppy chase: round and round the house she tore at breakneck speed, pausing now and then to give me hope: then flashing away again. It was during one of these hopeful moments that I made a fateful plan.

Seeing her darting towards me, I bent down in the doorway, hoping to snatch her as she sped past. I should have known better. The only result was the aforementioned contact between my bones as she tore through.

Yes, she won that battle, but she didn’t win the war, for, as usual, I cornered her and snatched her up, and delivered her to the bath.

Once there, her innate desire to please reasserted itself, and once again, she became herself: a model pet.

That is, until her bath-time exuberance re-asserted itself, and, still dripping, she sped again around the house: with myself , towel in hand,  in hot pursuit!

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15 Responses to “The Battle of the Bath”

  1. The Wanderlust Gene October 17, 2012 at 9:05 am #

    Oh dear, yes, how familiar! It always makes me laugh, because Maggie, at least, loves nothing more than water, out and about – but come bath time, she’s as unwilling as a mule.

    I’ve resorted to unfair play. “Come girls”, I call, collecting the leads as I walk down the stairs, and come, of course they do. Leads safely clicked into place, we make for the downstairs bathroom (where I keep their shampoo and towels) and although four pairs of legs are beginning to stiffen, they’re never quite sure, until we’re right there, when it’s relatively easy to manoeuvre them across the threshold – all thanks to the overwhelming primacy of THE LEAD!

    Sorry about your knee – or is it the funny bone that’s sorer?

    • Margaret Lynette Sharp October 17, 2012 at 10:17 am #

      A lead’s the answer, but I can’t do it! Perhaps the child in me loves the thrill of the chase as much as she does! 🙂

  2. brendat59 October 17, 2012 at 10:33 am #

    A gorgeous tale Margaret:) She sounds adorable…and so like my Chloe, who also hates a bath!!

  3. Lorelei Orion October 18, 2012 at 3:03 pm #

    Ouch! Chicki is quite the opponent–but so cute! Congrats on winning the war.:)

  4. jtelusma October 19, 2012 at 7:04 pm #

    Wow…….. she reminds me of Gucci in features. Love the story, very cute picture.

    • Margaret Lynette Sharp October 19, 2012 at 10:08 pm #

      Thanks, Jeanette! Ron has seen Gucci’s picture, and he says they are similar looking. I guess they also have like characteristics!

      • jtelusma October 22, 2012 at 1:24 am #

        I believe so, I love the fact that they are so tranquil and so loving…

  5. Margaret Lynette Sharp July 24, 2015 at 9:29 am #

    Reblogged this on Margaret's Classic Posts.


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