...I have injured my but-tocks. I decided to bathe Boo Saturday. It's my thinking, that if the bathtub is going to get dirty and filled with hair; I'm going to get drenched; the bathroom floor is going to get flooded; and a bunch of towels are going to get wet because I am bathin' one dawg...I might as well go on and bathe all three of 'em.
I go in the bathroom and call for help from the dawgs. I don't know what it is about me bein' in the bathroom that is endlessly fascinatin' to my dawgs...but they cannot resist joining me when I call to them from the Water Closet. Boo and Ben come trottin' down the hall and slam! goes the door. They begin to suspect Mama has tricked them. When I start running water in the tub and reach for Ben, he KNOWS he's been tricked.
I am not able to wrestle him into the tub by myself, so I holler for the Dearly Beloved. He squeezes into the crowded bathroom. I grabbed Ben's front legs and manage to get them over the edge of the tub and hold them there with one hand. Then I pick up one back leg with my free hand and DB get the other and we kinda “dump” him into the tub.
The same procedure is repeated with Tip. Somewhere in all this lifting and hauling, I pulled a muscle in my left “cheek”. I didn't notice it at first. Shoot, we went to vote. Then we went to have some Tex-Mex at El Mat. It wasn't until I woke up from my nap and took my first couple of steps that I noticed the hitch in my git-a-long.
Just call me “Gimpy” for the next few days.