The Fine Line

I was giving Shadow, the old, fat and mean dog a bath. It has been my past experience this is one of the only times she co-operates with me. She likes being clean and really accepts the soapy lather and rinse. As in the past when she get a burr in her fur I lather well which lets the burr slid away with a little pull on my part. Not this time! I didn't even get close to the pull part of the process. She bit my thumb. She did a good job at it too.

I don't want to admit this but I lost it and now I feel bad about it. They say 'there is a fine line between love and hate'. I experienced that first hand. I took her head and held it under the water. I was going to drown Miss Mean. After only a few seconds I came to my senses and stopped. There was a positive result, she let me finish the bath without incident.

I'm trying to learn something from this. It doesn't matter how hard you try to care for something or someone it could come back to bite you.