answer:A few weeks back, my friend asked if I could come over and help her bathe her older, arthritic doggy. I often babysit her 2 dogs, so of course I said yes. Because of his arthritis, he’s not able to get into a tub, so we heated up water and filled up buckets and washed him outside on the lawn. But then my friend pointed to his backside and asked me if I knew how to trim long matted dog fur. I said yes, because my dearly departed kitty was long haired and always had trouble back there, so I’ve trimmed lots of animal butts. So I told her to hold up his tail, so I could get in there with the scissors. That’s when I realized that he was not so clean back there. My friend got a look of horror on her face. She’s not squeamish about blood, but apparently animal poo is one thing that makes her crazy. So I told her to go and get me some baby wipes and I got to cleaning, while my friend held his tale up. I really had to get in there, if you know what I mean. It was kind of like doggy butt spelunking. Any way I finally got his nether regions cleaned out, then I got to trimming, and trimming, and trimming. By the time I was done trimming his fur, it looked like I had a whole other dog in the trash basket. But his backside was clean and no longer a receptacle for dingleberries. I told my friend that I would be happy to come over and trim him again before his hair got as long as it was before. It’s much easier that way.