Ugh. I think my dad got me confused with the Chili Dawg. Chili Dawg used to love bath time. He loved anything that had to do with being wet. One time mom and dad took us to “Dog Daze” at the community pool, and they pretty much had to drag Chili Dawg out of the water when it was time to go home. But me? I sunk like a stone in the pool. I don’t like to be wet at all.
Apparently this past weekend, Dad decided that I smelled and needed a bath, so he gave me one. I didn’t put up too much of a fight, because the tub gets slippery, and I learned that lesson when I was much younger. So I sat in the tub and let Dad wash me, but I wasn’t happy about it.
Now that I’m clean, I have to work on finding my smell again. Any suggestions?