There wasn’t much he could do. You see, Buck just doesn’t know when someone doesn’t want to be your friend. I tried to tell him to watch out. Even the visitor told him to go away. But Buck just doesn’t listen despite his over sized floppy ears.
So now he knows better…at least I think he does. He should. I know that I know better than to mess with any critter that smells like that. But now Buck smells really bad. I mean really bad. Seriously, it’s bad. I think you can even smell it inside the house because Christie had already come outside and was in a frenzy. That smell would probably drive anyone crazy like that though.
Buck dragged his face on the ground, occasionally bellowing out a cry for help. Christie was now rushing in and out of the house, grabbing things and throwing them in the yard. It was sort of funny, she looked like she couldn’t make up her mind what she wanted, grabbed anything for what was to come. Be prepared was the name of the game.
The visitor had left already, waddling out beyond the hole in the fence and had gone her way, leaving her scent behind in strong measure. If anything, the smell was getting stronger by the moment.
Finally, it seemed like Christie had all the things she thought she was going to need, grabbed the garden hose and started spitting water at Buck. Not long after, the tub in the yard was getting filled and Christie was trying to coax the smelly dog into the water.
After a fair chase, Buck was dropped into the big yard tub, splashing water everywhere. Immediately you could see he was no longer in his comfort zone. Christie was not comfortable either though, wrestling to keep the huge stinky dog in the tub. Luckily, his short legs made it hard for Buck to climb out, so he was at a disadvantage. He was trapped. He was stinky and trapped.
Christie scrubbed and scrubbed Buck, making faces as the smell spread even more. The scent floated through the air, making my nose hurt. It was getting so bad, I thought I was gonna cry. I can see why Buck was whining so much. He was getting stinkier and now he was getting a bath.
I watched from the fence, wondering if my buddy was going to be okay. There was no way he was going to be let inside if he was going to smell like that.
“Hey, you gonna be alright?”
“Does it look like I’m alright?” Buck howled.
“Well you’re all in one piece…right?”
“Yeah, but she’s giving me a bath!” Buck whined as a big cup of water was dropped over his face.
“That’s true.” Then I felt bad for Buck. Watching him get a bath was like watching him be tortured slowly.
The old man was over there helping out now. He had some super secret stuff with him that was supposed to do the trick. That’s what he’d claimed amongst all the splashing. But I don’t know if anything could get rid of that funky smell.
But the sudds and bubbles that floated up smelled different.
Buck started smacking and licking his nose. “It tickles!” Buck bellowed. “Make it stop the tickles!”
But the tickles apparently continued. Buck squirmed and wrestled in the tub, splashing around and doing everything possible to make it hard for the old man and Christie to do the things and continue the washing.
The smell simmered down. It was still there, but not to the point my nose was burning. Buck was released from the tub and proceeded to spray water everywhere as he flung his ears around and enjoying his freedom.
It was finally over and Buck celebrated his success by dragging himself around on the grass, rolling over and over again. Christie and the old man nodded approval, taking turns sniffing the flailing pup that was just happy to be out of the bathtub.
“Howdy,” the visitor squeaked from the fence as she waddled in toward me. “Got any tomatoes or do I need to spray you too?”
Jason Duron is a short story writer and author of several fiction stories. Curious and lovable as dogs can be, the Adventures of Rocky, Nixi and Dante give you a chance to see daily life from a “dog’s eye view” and share in their thoughts. Please enjoy, and we hope that you’ll feel free to comment and give us insight into your dog’s very own adventures.