emergency bath

I never plan baths for Dixie anymore. She shows up at the back door at least once a week looking up at me with her big brown eyes with their 3 inch long lashes looking all innocent... and she's completely filthy. So I drop everything and it's emergency bath time. Because I'm not letting her step foot in the house like that. And she's an indoor dog. So bath time suddenly becomes top priority. Just like a child, Dixie never fails to pick the absolute most inconvenient time for an emergency.

The other day I picked her up and put her in the kitchen sink -- her bathtub -- and ran back to the computer to finish an urgent email. I guess I got distracted because 15 minutes later I turned around in my desk chair to see this: