Wonder Fluff Dog Shampoo, According to Girl

Wonder Fluff dog shampoo according to Girl: He did not get bathed on a regular schedule. It was like this: "Mister, you’re beginning to smell like a dog—time for a bath. So, putting my shorts and tee shirt on, I would coax him into the bathroom with a treat, then close the door behind us, and start the water.

Mister was a very hyper dog. His metabolism was "high energy" most of the time. The bathtub was one of those one piece shower and tubs made of fiberglass. It was small; however it would do the trick. As the bath ran, Mister would start prancing. His front feet would take turns in fast stepping, looking a little like an Irish step dancer. Mister would stiffen his whole body, and the rhythm and preciseness of his front paw tapping would quicken. It was obvious his excitement was mounting.

Once the tub was about three quarters full, we would gently drop his front paws into the warm water, allowing him to become acclimated. The water could not be too warm, or he would object.

Then we would drop his back paws in. Of course, he would try to climb out, and we would get totally drenched. We would talk to him and tell him (in our most sorry tone), "it’s okay, Mister."

He would look at us with those beautiful brown eyes, asking "why?"

I took some shampoo, a washcloth, and a sauce pan and began to scrub. He became very small and thin as the water penetrated through to his skin, causing his coat to flatten against his frame. He hated this, and we were not wild about bath night either. It took lots of running water poured from the pan to rinse out the shampoo.

Once Mister was clean, and all the soap bubbles were gone, we would wrap him in a couple of bath towels, spread more towels on the bathroom floor, and pull him out of the tub.

Why do dogs have to shake it out? We were covered with the wet dog smell and it did not matter how much shampoo we used, all three of us still smelled like dog.

As soon as we would open the bathroom door, Mister would begin his "tearing around" ritual, running full speed throughout our little apartment, rubbing his face and fur on the floor, couch and rugs, he would gradually dry off. Soon he started to smell better.

It would be our turn at this point; we would clean the tub, jump in the shower and clean off the puppy smell.
Whenever we bathed Mister, we knew we would have to do the laundry on the next day (we had a very limited number of bath towels).

Because Mister was our very first pet, and because we wanted to be good dog people, we often visited the pet stores.

Glendale had one, and it was located very close to where we lived. It was a tiny shop filled with the most splendid assortment of dog and cat paraphernalia. There we could find almost anything we might need for our baby. It had a large assortment of pet toys, flea collars, vitamins, shampoos, and just about everything else. We were not sure where to begin, when the most interesting character peeked through the heavy green drapery that led to a back room. "Can I help you?" she asked, in a particularly jolly tone.

She was a plump little lady. She was wearing a printed house dress with slippers and a brown bibbed apron that had embroidered in bright yellow across the bodice, "Jones’ Pet Shop." Her round red face had eyes that reminded me of a blue-eyed Santa Claus. Her smile was broad and friendly. But her most outstanding feature was the soft white hair that framed her face. She asked us what kind of a pet we had, so Mike and I both eagerly told her all about our Norwegian Elkhound. She asked what his name was, and when we told her Mister, she thought we said Mystery, due to the non-rhotic New York accent. We explained that we were from Michigan and we then spelled out Mister’s name. She then understood and laughed.

She was anxious to have us as a new customer. I proceeded to tell her about bath time at the apartment. I explained that the shampoo I was using seemed to hurt Mister’s eyes, and we were looking for a solution.

Mrs. Jones had the answer. She proudly explained that it was necessary to use

dog shampoo when bathing a dog, and that the best dog shampoo was a product called Wonder Fluff. She went over to the end cap where the bottle was proudly displayed. The best feature of this shampoo was it was made specifically for dogs. We then heard the whole spiel about it: Wonder Fluff would lather up even in the hardest water. It did not hurt a dog’s eyes, as long as you were careful. It rinsed clean. It smelled wonderful. It was concentrated, so a little lasted a long time. And, it was priced right.

The best part of the sale that day was when Mrs. Jones looked me in the eye and said, "did you notice my soft beautiful hair? I use Wonder Fluff myself."