Patty hates baths, rain, wet towels, washcloths, and squirt guns.  I’ve spent hours and numerous cookies trying to coax and or trick her into the bathtub to give her a bath.  Once I get her in the tub, she cringes in the corner, tucks her tail, ducks her head, and looks pitiful.  You send her out in the rain and you get the same reaction.  You would think you were killing her if you try to wipe her face with a wet paper towel or washcloth.  That is if you can catch her because when she see’s you coming at her with one she runs, hides in the back of her crate, and plays invisible dog.

     Now if only someone could explain her fascination with the pond.  Why is it, that when I turn my back for a second, I’m certain to find her standing on the rock ledge readying herself for an Esther Williams swan dive?  Maybe she does this to make me yell.  Could it be that she thinks my blood pressure needs a boost?  She’s never actually gone in.  However, she occasionally takes a drink while teetering on the edge just to make me crazy.