Operation: Bubble Bath

Hound Chronicles

Episode feels like 112: Operation: Bubble Bath

With the neighborhood currently experiencing temperatures normally reserved for the surface of the sun...

Today's mission was simple.

Give all three hounds a bath.

You would have thought I announced free steak.

For approximately 30 seconds.

Then they realized...

Soap was involved.

Winchester accepted his fate like a distinguished gentleman.

"Very well... let's get this over with."

Dean immediately began searching for loopholes in the Geneva Convention.

"I'm pretty sure this violates my civil rights."

Roscoe, despite weighing about as much as a sack of potatoes, transformed into a 95-pound alligator the moment the water touched him.

There was splashing.

There was dramatic sighing.

There were looks of absolute betrayal.

At one point, all three stared at me as if to ask...

"After everything we've been through together... this is how you repay us?"

Mission accomplished.

Three clean hounds.

One soaking wet Dad.

Half the backyard underwater.

The moment they were dry...

All three immediately headed outside to locate the nearest patch of dirt.

Winchester:

"Smelling clean is embarrassing."

Dean:

"If I roll fast enough, he can't stop me."

Roscoe:

"Mud is nature's conditioner."

Current Status:

Hounds: Clean for approximately 11 minutes.

Dad: Questioning every life decision that led to bath day.

Heat Index: Still hotter than Dean's last parole hearing.

Stay cool, everyone...

and if your dogs are freshly bathed, don't blink.

They've probably already found mud.