A sure sign of summer in our household is dog “sign” in the bathtub: muddy paw prints, a bit of red fur. When Kip lived in Redding, he had a porcelain tub. Argus discovered that the porcelain stayed cool on hot days. He enjoyed climbing into the tub at night to sleep. (Personally, I think he was also motivated by the wish that the water would magically turn on and turn the tub into a swimming pool).
Our home in Shingletown lacks the coolness of porcelain. Instead, we have an ugly fiberglass tub. Even still, Argus puts himself to bed in the tub on hot nights; and lately, when I get home from work on sweltering days I discover that he has been in there.
On some evenings, Argus disappears from the living room.
“Where’s Argus?” I ask, and Caribou leaps to her feet and races to the bathroom where she noses away the shower curtain to find Argus curled in a ball. He lifts his head and blinks.
“Is it really cooler in there?” I ask him.
He lays his head back down and closes his eyes. I guess it is.
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Cute story. Argus is my kind of pup.
Cheryl
This is the cutest story!!! It sure makes sense that the tub would be a cool place! What i think is so funny is that Caribou knows just what you are talking about ! They sure have the life! We have an 88 degree day today…at last!