A Foul Tail which "ends" well

It began as just a slight bit of doggy-needs-a-bath odor.
So I took my beloved Kramer to the Groomer for a spa day.
He came home with his summer do, "butt" he still smelled.

I grumbled about the Groomer who had obviously not done a proper job of bathing my little guy. GRRRR. I hooked up the hose and persuaded my husband (who was not particularly enthusiastic about the "hole" process) to join me on the patio and hold Kramer bottom side up as I gave his hiney a proper washing.

Poor husband.
Poor me.
Poor Kramer.

Still he stunk so badly we could hardly stand to be in the room with him - Kramer, not my husband. Sorry dear!

The next day we were off to see the Vet.

OH NO!
RUN. KRAMER. RUN.
I can tell you from experience that procedures which begin with a gloved hand NEVER "end" well.

Being the good doggie Mom I am, I stayed for the procedure.
Girls, the smell was so foul that my eyes watered and at one point I grabbed tissues to cover my nose. Kramer was wide-eyed, "butt" a good sport about the whole thing.
I thought a treat was in order.

It was delicious.