Cyrus

Brianna and I were just hanging out like usual when she got the idea that she wanted to wash her dog. I was up for it even though I didn't know how it was going to go down. I figured either we're going to be covered in water orrrr we wouldn't be able to get him in the tub for the life of us. We went to McDonalds first since Brianna just had to have cookies. Yea, we're girls, we gotta have our chocolate fix from time to time. Anyway, we get back finally decide to tackle the thought of giving Cyrus a bath. And in the end we pretty much were covered in water, just as I figured. As well as the bathroom floor and the rest of her apartment. And thing is, we weren't done yet. She got out on the deck and tried to dry him off with a towel. After she realized that was useless she brought him back and and he darted around the apartment like an animal on speed! Once we confined him to the bedroom we tried our best to capture him so we could blow dry him in the bathroom. That took about 10 minutes since I'm guessing he thought we were playing with him on the floor, when in fact we were only trying to catch him. We were crawling all over the floor, under the bed...on top of the bed...everywhere. It was almost comical. She finally got him and took him into the bathroom where we started to brush and dry him. He wasn't quite down with that at all. Once we dried him up a bit, Brianna started to shave some of the matted hair off him so that its easier to brush him and whatnot. Poor guy...he didn't know what was going on, but it was for the best. I think he realized we were trying to help him and not harm him. We gave up after about 2.5 hours of his shenanigans, so he still has some mats on his back end, but we at least got rid of some of them. Either way, Cyrus was a pretty good boy. He got a treat!