Sigh. I don't really like taking baths. I have figured out, though, that if you have to take one, there are some things you can do to make it easier to bear. For example, I like to sit still. This way, all the water goes where it's supposed to every time and we get through it really quick. I like that! I also figured out that if I tilt my head up when Mom washes my face, neither soap nor water ever gets in my eyes. She got excited when I figured that out and called me a Very good Dog; but that's just common sense, I think.
Hm. Why do they call it "taking" a bath? You can't give it back. I guess they call it that because you can't really refuse to be given one...I would if I could!
I think it's really funny how Mom and I trade. When we start, she's clean and (she says) Im' dirty; by the time we're done, I'm clean (as a whistle, which is strange - how can a noise be clean?) and she's got lots of my dirt on her. I think this is a very funny trick.
The funnest part comes afterwards, when we play the towel game; Mom attacks me with a towel and I tug and play on it like the fierce dog I am. And then at the end of the game, I'm dry!
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