Torean, the mud hound!

Today our rambunctious little boy had his first bath, in the middle of the yard, with us holding him to keep him still. Why Torean had a bath was because he thought it would be a terrific idea to go investigate the mud. When my husband first came to get me all I saw was a four legged walking mud ball. Torean thought all of this was hysterical until he realized that the tub full of warm water was for him. He wasn't too sure how he felt about the bath thing, then he calmed down when he got to hang his head and front feet over the side of the tub. It took three of us  to get the mud washed out of his coat, and it took even longer to get the shampoo out of his coat so we could rinse him. Poor Torean looked like a drowned rat by the time he was clean, but then he decided that the hair dryer on his coat did not feel too bad at all. When he realized the bath was over, he was once again our little ham soaking up all the attention he was getting for being a good boy. Torean is now all nice and fluffy and dry, free of a great deal of loose hair that was attached to the mud, and still so proud of his antics this morning. He certainly never fails to surprise us with his antics, but hopefully the mud will be his last spontaneous adventure for quite awhile.