Trooper is very patient in the bath, even when I splash his ears, but once he’s out, oh, my.
He shakes & whimpers (of course, there isn’t much too him). I bundle him up in multiple towels–always as wet as he is–then scurry him off to the space heater and the blow dryer.
Zephyr checking out what all the fuss is about.
Look at that forlorn face! Oh, the suffering!
Once, he’s warm enough he squirms away like a two-year old, frumping and scratching, barking and shaking, then scampers down the stairs to roll on the carpeted landing in great flourish, before he starts the process all over again.
Once I coax some food into him, he’ll acquiesce, let me carry him back upstairs to his bed, where he burrows under his blanket.
Life is rough for our new little prince, but we love him–well, I do anyway. Zephyr will have to speak for himself.