WET DOG!

  

It’s not the smell; it’s the droplets of water he showers all over me when he shakes off the rain that get me.  Yuk.

And he has to shake several times so not only am I getting soaked by the rain from the top down, but by Biggs from the bottom up – legs, thighs, chest, face.  Again, Yuk.

I could buy a rain coat for him, but it wouldn’t cover him much and I’d still get wet from his shake, rattle and roll moves.  And yeah, the wet dog smell is not pleasant, but luckily, it disappears when he’s home again and dry.

Thank, heaven, for Febreeze.  A little goes a long way!