Auntie Tris' "No Fail Cheer You Up Everytime Plan"

[trystinn]

Whenever you find yourself feeling a bit low or depressed this winter, I have a never fail plan that works each and every time. I share it with you, please share it with others who need it. It's 100% drug free, eco-friendly and it is absolutely guaranteed to work each and every time.

Here's what you do: Find the nearest midsize dog or larger. If you haven't one, borrow one. Grab a towel, preferably that old beloved beach towel you just can't part with, and said dog. If you are borrowing said dog, ask for their towel and they will sagely nod, appreciating your deep wisdom is requesting it.

The dog needn't be wet, you will both appreciate this either way. Place dog between knees then begin toweling! For added fun, sing a silly mischievous song. I'll offer mine, but you're likely to create a few of your own after a few sessions. Now, to the tune of "Farmer in the Dell":

"The Rubbing of the Butt,
The Rubbing of the Butt,
Oh how the doggie loves the Rubbing of the Butt!"

Repeat until you collapse into giggles and can't stand anymore. Then offer the towel and ecstatically wriggling, happy dog to another who needs it.

Comments

[taqaisenu.livejournal.com]

I remember when we gave our childhood dog, Rascal (a beagle), a bath. He didn't care much for the wet-part at all. But he LOVED LOVED LOVED to be toweled off. Oh boy did he loved that part.

We'd towel towel towel, he'd love love love. Then he'd tear all around the backyard (fenced in) yipping in happy-puppy fashion. Then he'd come back for more toweling and loving.

Giving the pup a bath was such happy times. I miss that dog so much.

[tryst-inn.livejournal.com]

Isn't it amazing the role our dogs have in our lives long past their short lives?

Glory would prance into the house, all wet from the rain and dash around the house until she made sure I saw her. Then she'd sort of buck and bronc while I rubbed her down.

There were times her senility would make her fearful and anxious and you could just see the "who are these people, where am I?" questions on her face. I'd go get the towel and we'd play for a bit. Worked every time.

When her seizures started, I started using the towel game to cheer her up afterward. I still tear up thinking about how much joy she brought to our home and wish she could have left this world under better circumstances.

I miss Glory so much it makes my heart ache.