I bathed the dogs.....or did I?


Sugar and Ginger. These girls are toy poodles, respectively..tend to, as the days get warmer, the girls become a tad odoriferous without luxury to shower themselves..we must avail them of a nice soapy bath.
We were fortunate enough to acquired Sugar thru a friend who heard me talk of Bubbles (now deceased) and felt we'd be good people to make a home as he said he had pure toy poodles. Now we're going to pick up (Sugar) and there were two little puppies, our choice. The choice was made for us by the little poodle doggie with tail wagging (no cropping of tails, of course) she was just struggling to get to us with her little self.
At that time we had Bubbles a poodle miniature, who was about 13, so upon the homecoming and showing Bubbles Sugar, who could fit in one hand, Bubbles turned up her nose with disdain as if Sugar were a bad odor. They became buddies to a degree with Sugar as the alpha pup and Bubbles not but in terms of maternal protection Bubbles stood out.
A few years went by and the same friend brought by Sugar's mother (Ginger) and asked us to keep her for a week or so and then never came back to get her. We had another good friend and pooch. Ginger was the maternal dog and Sugar the alpha, and oddly enough neither knew that one was mom and the other the daughter.
But I digress....
So bathtime was a done deal and I went to the hallway closet and had put some mint shampoo in a pump handle container and was good to go...needless to say they both got soaped up and washed although it wasn't high on their list of favorite things...and this would be the ticket to both happy and clean dogs, and a break for our nostrils.
or so I thought...
Toweled dry and went outside for some sun and a few snacks from trauma of their bath..
a day passes and they were resting on the ottoman they had claimed as theirs years ago....(a cat goes up there with them when they seem to have a silent accord)
I am sitting nearby and lo and behold..the odoriferous dogs is still with us...now I know that I soaped and bathed them and there was no way they could ripen that fast without a time machine so the age old question; whats up???
So using what little gray matter I possess, I realized that the shampoo I had put in the container had to be years old. Secondly if the shampoo was virtually unused, we should have either donated it or dumped it...so by now the shampoo was just a colored gel with the cleaning abilities of dirt..
needless to say a bath that wasn't a bath and a perfect act in futility