The canine social contract

It would be nice if republican teabaggers would read Jean-Jacques Rousseau's "The Social Contract" rather than just Ayn Rand Distorted for Dummies. Of course my suggestion is absurd on its face, "teabaggers read?"  Not likely, even if they could.

Rousseau's writing posits that individuals gave up certain individual rights in order to live in a society governed by the rule of law because of the benefits provided by that social contract. It explains why we have roads, bridges, spaceships, vaccines, and a court system while small, isolated tribes of humans living in the Amazon have none. You can romanticize primitive man being "rugged individuals" and "close to nature" but we don't see hoards of people giving up modern medicine and air conditioning. The social contract continues to hold sway with everyone except for a few militia assholes who think they prefer anarchy. Even they would come crawling to the nearest hospital when one of them had a toothache, kidney stone, or more likely, venereal disease.

Gambit and Stella are going to an
adoption event on Saturday and they
are still blowing coat so they both
needed a bath.

Aside from the social contract mankind made with itself, we also entered into a canine version. We provide food and shelter, they give us companionship, protection, and untold health benefits. In the fine print of the human/canine contract, however, is the dreaded bath provision. To live with humans indoors, they must occasionally submit to the bath. Today was that day for Stella, Gambit, Max, and Gigi.

Gambit seems to like a bath and Stella had
obviously done it before, many times.

It was a hot day and she had a lot of hair that
needed to be removed. It must have felt good.

Gigi wasn't thrilled about it.

Gigi isn't shedding but she was dusty.

Max was blowing coat still too.

Everyone got their ears cleaned out too.