Earlier this evening, Laika rolled in excrement, so I had to give her an emergency bath. Since Anya needed to be supervised, she was in the bathroom with us, overseeing my dog-bathing technique. All was well, and I kept a close eye on her as she wandered around the room, occasionally dropping toys in the tub and attempting to assist with cleaning.
The very second I reached over to get a rinsing bucket, however, Anya hopped onto the side of the tub and instantly dropped head first into the water. Seriously, it was like a split-second. I miraculously managed to catch her before her head smacked the bottom of the tub. She of course cried from being startled, but that was the only damage, aside from some wet hair. Scared. the. crap. out of me. I don't know if the injury would have been life-threatening, but she certainly would have been hurt.
She's just so darn fast and into everything all the time. I just hope we can manage to keep her from getting seriously injured over the course of her childhood.
But I guess the moral of this little story would be, the next time the dog rolls in poop, lock her outside until Chris can give her a bath. right?
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