Will my dog ever trust me again?
She followed me to the laundry room... she likes to go in there and snoop around, plus> it leads to the garage where there's even more inviting smells.
After throwing the darks in the dryer I started a load of whites in the front loading washer, then stepped back; the washer takes a minute to kick in...
Standing there, I glanced down at my dog as she stood in front of the washer and It dawned on me that her fur is starting to grow back and she's 'cute' again - as opposed to the rat-like look that she owned after her last grooming. I could tell she was uneasy when I stooped down to pet her.
Laundry room = business. No time for affection.
"Come here girl, Mommy wants to pet you..." I said.
Just then water started pouring into the washer. She looked at me, looked at the washer, then made a bee line for the door.
Okay, this is it. She's always cleaning my ears, checking me for bugs and pulling boogies from my eyes. But there is no way that I'm going to let her put me in that washing machine. NO WAY!! NO WAY!!!