Hello. It’s me!
Here’s how I view the world. In this, the rainiest winter in Pacific Northwest history, I simply assumed that God was responsible for a multi-time-per-day cleansing. Make it happen Yahweh!! I’d go outside, and anything from a steady drizzle to a thorough gully washer would cleanse the embedded soils, mosses, and Ritz crackers from my fur.
Did I smell like an old sock? Of course. Was the odor unpleasant to anybody? Highly doubtful.
Needless to say, when Dad tricked me into an inescapable corner of the hallway and picked me up, I was expecting a fourteenth trip outside in the rain to go potty.
I did not expect to be dumped into a shallow sink, soaked with tepid well water, and then lathered in a mix of sodium laureth sulfate and cocamidopropyl betaine.
Lather, rinse, repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Then a dry-down with a towel. That wasn’t so bad.
Needless to say, nobody wants to be coated in a mix of sodium laureth sulfate and cocamidopropyl betaine. The video below outlines an appropriate response (visit the website if you cannot see it via email).
Lucky you. Rolling around in the padded cube beats the hurricane force hair dryer they use on me here. Stay clean little brother.