Shower House

 The shower house.  The time has come to go forth and clean it. Just a bathroom in the middle of the woods.  We have two of these inviting little buildings in our campground.  This is where anonymous people come to shower and well, you know.  In a cabin, you know who was in there and can purse your lips in disgust if they leave a mess, cursing them with your toilet brush in hand.  The shower house holds no one accountable.  Unclaimed deeds live here.  I look at them and hear that music from the old westerns when the cowboys are about to have a gun fight and they stand in silence,  staring at each other, with nothing but a cactus blowing by.

I have dreaded this task since starting work here, but this one was not bad at all and I came out without feeling the need to boil my clothes and bathe in Scrubbing Bubbles.  We will clean these on a daily basis through the summer for obvious reasons.  Do we really want to let such a place get out of hand?  Ours are lovely and you wouldn't even have to wear your flip flops if you so choose.  They are steam cleaned and hand washed, my friends!

 Andie wasn't phased by the shower house.  She was able to enjoy a chew toy and some sunshine.

 Is it appropriate to show a toilet on the blog?  I want you to get the full effect so I'll put it on and suffer the consequences as they arise.  I promise never to show what deposits are made here.  But let me say I have been told about them and I do not look forward to it.  Glitz and glamour.  The only way to describe this job.

There was some fun on the swing after for being such a good girl in a less than attractive chore.