So the big birthday surprise that required me to bathe Honey? Staying in a yurt on the lake.
I’ve always wanted to stay in a yurt. An acquaintance recently sold his large, Victorian house to live in a yurt. I’m enchanted with the idea of selling off lots of stuff to (basically) live in one room. It was way cool!
Honey was unimpressed. However, she really liked that there were no doors. A curtain across the bathroom entrance meant Honey could wander in and out at will–privacy be damned!
So did the bath cut down on the shedding? I’ll let you know once I can see past the tiny golden hairs projecting off my fleece jacket.
Update: My sister informs me that not everyone knows what a yurt is so I’ve added the link to wikipedia.