Bathing the little guys.

Sunday was bath day for the little dogs.  Daisy and Missy will get it next weekend when it is warm enough to bathe them outside.  I can't handle the bathtub with those two.  Anyway, my granddaughter helped me with Jock.  He was upset but well behaved as always.  We cut his toenails, cleaned his ears and bathed him.  Then we dried him with towels.  Next came Duncan.  Repeat of Jock.  Very docile.  As we are drying him, my granddaughter tells me that I am on my own with Abby.  I asked why.  Her reply,"Because I have seen her turn into teeth and fur.  She is your problem."  And she took off back to the video game and left me to bathe Abby.  You wouldn't think that bathing a 6 pound, 13 year old poodle would be a problem.  Well, my granddaughter is right.  She turns into an erratic bundle of teeth and fur, bouncing off the sides of the bathtub.  When I finished, I was a wet as she was.  Then I trimmed her nose and under her eyes.  Yeah, that took half an hour.  For awhile there, I wasn't sure who was winning and I could have sworn I heard the clippers whimper.  That little dog has attitude.  So I won't have to do that again for at least a couple of weeks.