The only thing we love more than those huge eyed paintings of waif-like children and animals is our own dogs. But we don’t always love the way that dogs smell, or the pitter patter of filthy paw prints across the hardwood floor after a muddy misadventure.
Luckily, there is a solution that satisfies both our need for clean and stank-free four legged housemates, and our obsessive love of pitiful, pathetic creatures who melt us with their absolute grief and misery (and eyes the size of black, shiny dinner plates.) It is the bath.
Yes, the glossy stare into the abyss of quiet desperation brought on by bath time ennui is the veritable unicorn’s tears of healing and adorableness. To add to your experience, why not play this tune as you peruse our gallery of bubble baths and misery? (No really, just do it. It truly makes the experience.)