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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