I have no illusions about Harper’s comprehension but, like most dogs, she understands a few words and basic commands. She recognizes her name. She knows ‘sit’, ‘treat’, ‘leash’ and ‘walk’. If I say “go to pee place” she heads out to a particular area in the back yard. When I say “go in house” she’ll go into her cage. (Actually, as I’m describing it, I realize, if I substitute ‘baños” for ‘pee place’, her English is about as good as my Spanish.) There is another word she knows, though she does not like it nearly as much as ‘treat’ or ‘walk’… “bath”.
This afternoon she was lounging on the bed, looking out the window and ruminating on the meaning of existence when I told her Other Dad I needed to give her a bath. She responded by moving from the bed into her cage. She always goes there when she’s anxious.
I turned the water on in the tub, got the shampoo and towels, and called her into the bathroom. She came but she was not happy about it. Subtlety is not her strongest suit.
Harper is not resistant to having a bath but she does not like getting wet so she puts on her best “I’m just a Christian martyr” face.