Bath time is not my favorite time, but I know it must happen.
I usually know when bat time comes. I mean, it usually happend on Fridays or Saturdays, and when mommy goes into the linnen closet, I know it is either to change the bed sheets or to grab my towel.
When I'm in the bathtub I stand still and stick my head out. I don't know why, but sometimes I feel I might drown, so I'm better off sticking my snout out the tub.
Mommy is very gentle with my baths. She signs to me, and massages my body. The shampoo she uses on me smells really good and is dog save, but no matter what, once bath time is over I run all over the house and rub my body against any soft surface I find.
I guess bath time is not that bad, I end up smelling good, feeling soft and being super shiny. I just wish it didn't have to happen every week.
Friday, June 10, 2011
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