Last night I was all comfortable laying down next to the chair where my mistress was sitting watching TV (Fox News, of course. Like she ever watches anything else these days). Then she looks down and me and starts talking. I understand the word “bath”, but I can’t remember where I’ve heard it before. She gets up and grabs my collar and heads for the bathroom. That’s when I remember what “bath” means and I DO NOT want one. She tries to get me to jump into the tub (like she thinks I would do it willingly). As she straddles me and trys to lift me into the tub I wrap my back legs around her legs and we both almost fall flat on the floor. I could see she wasn’t going to give up so I decided to cooperate. Once I got in the tub and got wet it wasn’t all that bad. I do feel much cleaner and fluffier today.
The moral of the story is: When you stink you need a bath so just get it over with.
Your friend, Harly feeling clean and fluffy