These photos are from Juneau’s first bath on Saturday night. The second bath will be the real test, since who knows what deep emotional scars were imbedded during this initial suds-filled exercise. Juneau seemed not to love being bathed, nor did she seem to hate it. That is sort of her demeanor toward everything but runs in the snowy woods. She is a different animal in the wilderness. I can't wait to take her to the mountains this summer. I took video Sunday of her running the Ridge Trail in Breakheart Reservation just to show my family. They couldn’t believe the dog on video was the same creature they see cowering around the house.
A developing problem related to Juneau is I am prematurely exhausting my 2009 vacation time trying to forge a routine for her. The attention she requires also makes it difficult to pry myself away for a drive to Philadelphia to visit my granddaughter, Madeleine, age 6 months. I mean, I love Juneau and all, but ...