Why...

[bunn]

is it that when I think to myself 'Right!  Time for bed, so I can rise bright and early tomorrow!'  I inevitably find myself having to do something like scrub paintbrush cleaner off a furiously growling and savagely angry Bungle? 

I think the Bungle is OK, having been scrubbed enthusiastically under the tap. Right. Now I AM going to bed.

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[smirnoffmule.livejournal.com]

Cole once got gloss paint on his tail (from a door I SWEAR was dry) 5 minutes before I had to leave for a job interview. Couldn't wash it off, so I'm afraid to say I attacked him with a pair of clippers and then sped out the door leaving him looking stunned and somewhat balder.

I think I over-did it somewhat because quite a lot of what I was taking for gloss paint in my haste was actually just his grey hairs.

(I got the job, though).

[bunn.livejournal.com]

Poor baldy-tail Cole! Yama did a more thorough job than that though, he had managed to get it all over his front and on his face and in his eyes - so I HAD to try to wash it off. My god he was cross.

[smirnoffmule.livejournal.com]

Haha, yes, shaving a stunned-but-good little dog does not really compare to washing a furious cat. Not what you want just before bed. I take my hat off to you.