I didn't want to give General a bath in the bath tub. At home I either had the vet wash him or I took him to one of those do-it-yourself places so the mess was never in my house. General sheds A LOT and with me being pregnant trying to wash him wasn't high on my list. BUT, he needed it and I still haven't found a good place here so it had to be done.
Our house here is 4 stories total (basement, ground, and 2 levels above). Our only tub is on the 2nd floor. General is scared of stairs period, but ours are made of wood planks and are the kind you can see through. He doesn't even recognize them as steps. So he stays on the 1st floor, which is ok. There's plenty of room down there and it confines the hair, which I like.
Jason had to carry him up to the second floor today though. It looked like he was carrying a baby calf! When we got up there General was completely freaked out, like he was on roller skates. I don't know what his deal was - maybe he was still confused about how he got up there and where he was - this magical place above the floating wood planks? It was a little funny but I also felt bad for him. He would have preferred not to have a bath as well.
A couple hours later though (I had to completely dry him too with my hair dryer so it took forever - spoiled dog!) he smelled like oatmeal, happily back on the ground floor and my bathroom was back in one piece and hair free.
Well they had some for sale last night and its awesome. It tastes like gingerbread cookies ground up in a peanut butter like paste. Its better than Nutella in my opinion, but I'm partial to anything gingerbread.
Welcome to the world Paul, Colette, & Audrey! Can't wait to meet you in person!