Moments ago I gave Tyson a bath. He was a little afraid of the bathtub, but braved the experience beautifully like the good boy he is. Tonight I’m taking him for a weekend visit with a family who might adopt him if all goes well. Scout’s Honor doesn’t normally allow people to “test drive” animals, but they’re making an exception this time because the family adopted a dog from SH once before. I’ve been exchanging emails with the family for a while now and they sound like great people, so I’m hopeful that everything will work out. A bath seemed in order for Tyson, as he looks really good when properly groomed. And because he smelled like a house on fire after hanging out next to a smoking chiminea most of last night. I’m hoping he’ll be dry before we leave, but I’m not sure that’s going to happen now, because he was afraid of the hair dryer. Or maybe he was trying to play with it. I’m not sure. I turned it on, he leaped backward ten feet and then crouched as though he were going to tackle the hair dryer, but then faked to the left and ran in circles. Because he loves the hair dryer, Rex, however, raced up to me as soon as I turned it on and sat primly at my feet, looking up longingly as if to say, Is it time for my appointment now? I’d like to try a bouffant, this time, or perhaps a nice up-do.