Yesterday was not a good day.
It all began when Pa grabbed a cookie and called me to come outside. Right from the start I had a really bad feeling about that cookie, but I just
couldn’t help myself and followed him trustingly out of the house. He sat me down in the shade and pulled out a
squirt bottle and a handful of cotton balls.
I could have the cookie, but for a price: I’d first have to have my ears cleaned. I was so depressed. I had just about gotten my ears to the point
that I no longer had to pretend that I couldn’t hear my humans when they gave
me a command that I didn’t want to follow.
My stomach, however, won out and I sat patiently while Pa cleaned (note
to self: someday I really need to learn
how to ignore my stomach and follow my brain—though I have a sneaky feeling
that my brain would have taken the cookie also—maybe my brain and stomach are actually
one and the same). After Pa finished
cleaning my ears, I rolled around the back yard and screamed using my high
pitched bark just to show how angry I was.
After thoroughly alerting the entire neighborhood of my displeasure, I stalked
to the side door of the house with the plan of dragging my head along the newly
vacuumed living room rug (they squirted smelly liquid into my ear—the least I
could do was spread it over their rug). I
didn’t get to go inside though. As soon
as I reached the door, Ma came out and put my chain and leash on me. “This isn’t good,” I thought. Then she took my collar off. “This really isn’t good!” It was then I noticed it: a pile of towels and a bottle of
shampoo. I was getting a bath.
All wet |
Poor me |
After being dried off I was released back into the house. If my family thought I was annoyed after
getting my ears cleaned they were in for a big surprise. I went crazy: I dragged my body along the living
room rug, I slammed up against the hope chest multiple times, and barked like a
mad dog with the highest pitched bark I could manage. I’m sure they’ll think twice about giving me
a bath next time.
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