I heard Mom on the phone. She was talking to Auntie Allison. And I heard the word bath. DOGGY BATH! Oh no! I barked and barked at Mom. “I don’t need a bath, Mom! I don’t.” I told her over and over. But she didn’t listen. I needed to go hide.
Guess I’m not very good at hiding from Mom. I don’t like to get very far away from Mom. So I ran behind her to hide. She looked over her shoulder and found me. She turned around and petted my head. Then she wrapped her arms around me. “We’re going to go have fun,” she told me. I knew better.
Auntie Allison met us at the Doggy Wash. She had two doggies with her. I was watching one of her doggies when Mom picked me up. Whoosh! She put me down into a really really deep tub. I tried to climb out. But she wouldn’t let me.
Then I heard the most worsted sound ever. Water poured all over me. It poured and poured. Mom got me all wet. If that wasn’t bad enough, she added soap to the water. And rubbed it all over me. She rubbed and rubbed. At least she talked to me the whole time.
Okay, I admit it felt good. I didn’t even talk back.
Then Mom pulled down a tube that made wind. And blew all that wind on me. It was scary at first. Then it felt kind of good. I didn’t tell Mom that. Instead, I looked at her with big sad eyes. Those are my begging eyes. “Let me out of here!” I pleaded with her. But she ignored me. At least for a few more minutes.
Then Mom wrapped me in a big, soft towel. And she held me really really close. And she petted me and talked to me. She told me what a good girl I am. And she promised me a treat when we got back to the car.
Mom’s hugs and pets feel really good. And I like hearing what a good girl I am. And I’m going to get a treat! I guess the doggy bath is okay.