Dirty Bath Water

Today I was duped. Tricked. Swindled. Deceived.

Mommy and I went for our normal walk. We like taking long walks on Sunday mornings because it’s pretty quiet and peaceful out. Mommy hit the gym (I wasn’t gonna say anything to her, but I was starting to tell it had been a while!).

When she came back and got all cleaned up, she said, “Let’s get you a bath!” and got the leash ready. I was all excited. Jumping up and down – a happy dog! We were going out. I did not hear “bath.” In my excitement, what I heard was “let’s go back to dog park, like yesterday, so you can play with the other dogs and chase squirrels for awhile and get lots of treats.”

About halfway into our trip, I noticed Mommy turned to the right, when the dog park was the road to the left. I was hoping we were going to visit my pal Kopek, but nope – there was only one place the car was headed – the Bath House. I hate the Bath House. As soon as I realized it, I started giving her the puppy eyes – pleading not to make me get a bath. I hate the water, and the blow dryer makes a horrible noise and the entire experience is just awful.

But she didn’t fall for the puppy eyes. She was tough as nails – steadfast in her driving to the Bath House. I fought going in. I vowed that they weren’t going to take me alive!!! She dragged me. Then the guy had to drag me back there.

The bath was horrible. The dryer was just as bad as I remember.

I’m clean now and smelling pretty good. Part of me wants to go roll in some mud, just to spite Mommy and the Bath House, but then I know I’ll be right back at the Bath House… so I think I’ll avoid the muddle puddles for a bit!