Someone (Momma!) had the bright idea to give me a bath today. I'm don't know what I did to deserve one but whatever I did I'm never doing it again.
The first time Momma bathed me back in June, I totally cooperated. I figured I would humor her and pretend to like baths. Bad idea. This time my true colors came out. I was not a happy camper as I got placed in the bath tub.
"Momma, my toes are getting wet! Can I get a dry bath, please?"
"Let me out, Momma! I'm not dirty. Please go find a dirty pug to bathe!"
None of my yelling did any good. I was wet and mad.
Momma uses a cup to pour water all over me. She thinks it's funny to watch me turn into a skeletal pug. Just look at me!
I tried so very hard to climb out of the tub. When that didn't work I just shook water everywhere. Of course there are no pictures of me shaking because Momma was hiding behind a towel.
"Am I done yet, Momma? Really, there's no more dirt on my body. All of it is in a ring around the tub."
I shook a few more times once I was out of the tub just for good measure. Momma dried me pretty good and luckily she didn't get the blow dryer out to finish me off.
Since I was a semi-good, cooperative girl during my bath, Momma said I could have a special treat. Even though it was right before dinnertime I figured any old appetizer would do.
A banana all for me! Yummy! I love bananas but had never eaten one right out of the peel before.
The banana was like heaven on earth.
Nom, nom, nom!
I would almost agree to a bath every week if I could have my very own banana.