It's the best $18 I've ever spent. This morning, after a particularly yucky run, during which Rufus romped and wrestled with his gang of mangy dog pals and then rolled in mud and other unidentifiable gook, I threw him in the car and headed to the self-service dog wash. In each bay, a small ramp leads to an enclosed, waist-high tub, complete with a high-volume spray hose and plenty of shampoo. After the bath, there are a stack of clean dry towels ready for the rub down (between shakes). It's a full contact sport, during which I become as soggy and hairy as Ru, but it's hilarious and satisfying and, best of all, I get to leave the filthy towels, tub, and surrounding area behind, bringing home just the dog and his wet-dog smell.
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