Ok, so I’m not the biggest fan of getting bathed.  Whether it’s indoors in the relative warmth of the shower stall with dad or outside being blasted with the hose, I just don’t get it.  The ladies seem to love me in all of my funkiness, yet the humans are not so pleased.  I mean, I suppose that my fur was beginning to get a bit “crunchy” and all, and it does shine awfully nicely now that I’ve done the “Aire Dry”… but still.  That does not make it ok for me to be dragged into the shower and forced to accept The Bucket.

Mom filmed the indignity today.  I’m sure you dogs will see what I mean.

Love,

Bogart

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2 thoughts on “Shower Prison Blues”

  1. Awwwhhhh, that wasn’t so bad was it??? At least you aren’t put into a tub with water up to your chest. Then we get the pitcher full of water poured over us too.
    Luv & Wirey Hugs!
    Butchy & Snickers
    PS Snickers says she likes her boyfriends clean, hehehehehe!

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