“Rub-a-dub-dub, One bulldog in a tub, And who do you think he be?”
I don’t do baths. I have a hard time understanding how one can enjoy sitting in a tub that is never long enough to stretch out comfortably, soaking in your own filth, essentially forced to either stare at your naked self in horrible lighting through distorting water or examine the caulk between the tiles on the wall. It’s not relaxing for me.
The “soaking in filth” is also one of the reasons why I have issue with large, public pools. Floating Band-Aids. Dirty, sweaty adults. Children peeing. Aren’t they just large, public bathtubs? But that’s a different subject for a different time.
Quinton shares the same feeling toward the bathtub as his mother. It’s strange coming from a pup that loves the sprinkler, the hose, and the plastic baby pool, but its true.
When P mentioned “bath night” the other day, Quinton actually stopped his continued destruction of his bed and just stared at us. We’ve given up on the bed. It now has a dual-purpose; bed and chew toy. A few hours passed before P began to gather the shampoo, brush and towels. Q didn’t notice and moved on to playing with his orange squeaker pig. But, the moment Quinton heard the bath water running, he dropped his toy, scurried over to his bed and firmly planted his rear.
The minutes passed while the tub filled. Quinton remained motionless on his bed.
The Fourth Seal2007-12-27 12:29:27 by WannabeWriterCT
Following is a story that I wrote quite a while back, I just dug it off an old hard drive. There is nothing spectacular about it with the exception that it has been re-written several times. In my mind it's done. I'm very curious to see how something I consider finished will hold up here under so many eyes. I've read enough on here in the last few days to know that there is valuble criticism available. So please, feedback. I can take all kinds. I have a thick skin. Even the garbage anonymous nasty ones. I want to be a better writer, and I'm not gonna get there on my own.
The Fourth Seal
The floors were a checkered tile pattern of white and a slightly sickening turquoise
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