When washing a Labrador retriever there’s always a moment when the dog suddenly has the upper hand. You know it. The dog knows it. It doesn’t matter how fast you run, or how loudly you shout, the dog will shake, covering you with foam, water, and all the nasty-smelling muck you were trying to wash away.

It’s the dog’s moment and I’ve come to accept it. Because the truth is that if our positions were reversed, I know that I’d shake too.

How about you?

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