Why does everyone make such a fuss over my new bathtub? I hate it! Sure it's pretty. But the only reason I get up in it is because I know I'll get lots of treats. When I know it's bath time, I usually try to jump up into the tub before they put those steps up. I can leap really high (mom says I'm part Gizelle) and I hate those steps. The last time I trusted them, they went cashing down. . .with me on them. So mom quit using the steps. Now she puts a little bench next to the tub to keep me from jumping up and down so far. For some reason she's worried about my joints. But I keep trying to tell her I LOVE to jump and fly through the air. When I'm really excited I can leap over the four-foot ex-pen they use to keep us in the family room. Anyway, back to bath time. Mom gave me a really good bath yesterday. She said it was time to get rid of all my hot girl smells, now that my first "season" is over, and then I could go out in public again. I had been couped up in this house for weeks while Denali got to do fun things without me. He went to the dog park a lot. He even got to go to an event where he got to herd sheep. He went on a long walk with his birth-brother, Amos, and Amos's forever mom Pudge. Staying home and missing out on all the fun was so hard. I wanted so much to go. So when mom said I could go out again if I took a bath, I jumped right up into that cute little bathtub. I usually close my eyes tight while mom or Jenny spray water on me, but I was so excited this time that I kept my eyes wide open. I took time to notice the cute tiles with happy puppies that look just like me painted on them. They seem to like this tub. They're always here, smiling down into it. So I decided not to fight it this time. And before I knew it, it was time for the best part of bath time. . .the blow dryer. Mom always dries us while she sits down on the couch while we stand on the vinyl-covered ottoman. Denali usually tries to hog the drier, knocking me off even if he's already dry, because he loves it that much. Mom says it takes twice as long to dry me, compared to Denali, and he doesn't think that's fair. After I finally get dry, the whole family gets busy sweeping up hair, mopping floors and washing towels. We shed a lot and use a lot of towels. What a production! No wonder we only go through all this once every few weeks. As much as I hate baths, I love feeling clean. Everyone says I'm so so soft and fluffy. They say I still have that soft puppy fur they love.
Why does everyone make such a fuss over my new bathtub? I hate it! Sure it's pretty. But the only reason I get up in it is because I know I'll get lots of treats. When I know it's bath time, I usually try to jump up into the tub before they put those steps up. I can leap really high (mom says I'm part Gizelle) and I hate those steps. The last time I trusted them, they went cashing down. . .with me on them. So mom quit using the steps. Now she puts a little bench next to the tub to keep me from jumping up and down so far. For some reason she's worried about my joints. But I keep trying to tell her I LOVE to jump and fly through the air. When I'm really excited I can leap over the four-foot ex-pen they use to keep us in the family room. Anyway, back to bath time. Mom gave me a really good bath yesterday. She said it was time to get rid of all my hot girl smells, now that my first "season" is over, and then I could go out in public again. I had been couped up in this house for weeks while Denali got to do fun things without me. He went to the dog park a lot. He even got to go to an event where he got to herd sheep. He went on a long walk with his birth-brother, Amos, and Amos's forever mom Pudge. Staying home and missing out on all the fun was so hard. I wanted so much to go. So when mom said I could go out again if I took a bath, I jumped right up into that cute little bathtub. I usually close my eyes tight while mom or Jenny spray water on me, but I was so excited this time that I kept my eyes wide open. I took time to notice the cute tiles with happy puppies that look just like me painted on them. They seem to like this tub. They're always here, smiling down into it. So I decided not to fight it this time. And before I knew it, it was time for the best part of bath time. . .the blow dryer. Mom always dries us while she sits down on the couch while we stand on the vinyl-covered ottoman. Denali usually tries to hog the drier, knocking me off even if he's already dry, because he loves it that much. Mom says it takes twice as long to dry me, compared to Denali, and he doesn't think that's fair. After I finally get dry, the whole family gets busy sweeping up hair, mopping floors and washing towels. We shed a lot and use a lot of towels. What a production! No wonder we only go through all this once every few weeks. As much as I hate baths, I love feeling clean. Everyone says I'm so so soft and fluffy. They say I still have that soft puppy fur they love.
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