Rub-A-Dub-Dub Dion

I'm joining A Few Of My Favorite Things Saturday, at Bargain Hunting and Chatting with Laurie, to feature Dion and, in a nod to That Old House who otherwise might feel ignored, our soapstone counter and enormous kitchen sink.


There's a tie-in there, folks.
Dion did not have a happy Friday, and it all had to do with the big kitchen sink.

I'll let Dion tell the story in his own words . . . .

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Excuse me. Excuse me! Did anyone notice you have put the dog in the kitchen sink?
I believe you have perhaps confused me with a turkey?

Uh-oh. Water. I smell the ghastly aroma of shampoo.
Things look bleak for me.

People, people -- the spiky look just doesn't work for me. And it is so 90s!

If I think good thoughts, this will all seem like a dream . . . .

Yikes! Not when they wash me there!
Isn't that illegal? Invasion of privates and all that?

My face. My manly chest. Is no place sacred?

You know, I don't think you are feeding me enough.
I may have to call the Authorities.

Why do you think I want to smell like papaya and coconut?
Who would ever want to smell like papaya and coconut when they can smell

like mud and squashed bugs and things that come oozing out of their own bodies?

It's gonna take me days or at least a good dead rodent to get this stink offa me.
I am not happy.

Now they are turning me into a mummy!

And I never had a chance to be a daddy!

Whew! Air!

At least there are comfy sofas to absorb that last bit of dampness from my ears.

But I'm afraid to fall asleep.
Nightmares.

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Dion's nightmare is not quite over. He will need at least two good brushings today, to remove the very last of the loose winter coat; I'll do that outside, and the birds can use the fuzzies to line their nests. Recycling!

If you are among those who think it is uber-icky to wash a dog in a kitchen sink, my apologies for the pictures! We've done this for years, and always give the sink and surrounding area a very thorough cleaning and disinfecting afterward. I can no longer bend over a bathtub and wrestle with a squiggling canine; my back will protest even more than the dog.

And about that sink and counter -- they are absolutely among my very favoritest things. We had them installed just days before Thanksgiving in '09. The story is here.

(That's right after installation, with the backsplash still missing . . .
which it still is, but sshhh, don't tell anyone, ok? At least we have covered the insulation.)

We chose soapstone for the counters as it fits the age of the house, and we bought the largest stock sink we could find; I'd been suffering for almost two years with a double sink that not only wasn't big enough to bathe a small dog in, it wasn't big enough to wash a cookie sheet or lobster pot in.

Anyway, those are my favorites for this Saturday. Now I am going to go torment Dion some more, with brush and comb, and then after changing my own clothes I'm putting on a pot of Silver Palate Chili -- it's a chilly weekend in northern NJ, and I've got company coming!

Have a lovely weekend -- Cass