Lo got her first bath from us tonight. (Technically it was a shower.) It involved a gentle stream of water, tea-tree-oil shampoo, one shampooer and one restrainer. Little restraint was needed: Lo was a very patient girl, putting up virtually no fuss. It was not the flesh-flaying bloodbath that I'd predicted.
Another first: We took her to a beach today at Bluff Point Coastal Reserve on the north shore of Long Island Sound. After fashioning an extra-long lead for her, the three of us waded into the cold waters together. Lo wouldn't go in past her knees before bolting back to shore. On first glance it looks as if we've adopted a Labrador Retriever who would be useless to the fishermen of Labrador and who retrieves jack shit (except, of course, shit itself). Next time I want Lo to go in the water, maybe I'll toss a litter-coated cat turd in there.
There are pics from the adventure, which was wonderful, despite the fact that we spent half the time there prying out seashells and crab legs from Lo's relentless jaws. Maybe my delinquent blogger-in-arms will post them sometime...?
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