So ... Saturday, we had one of those powerful storms barrel through and Mom said, "Oh, DAVY!" and called me into the bathroom. And then ... that's right -- I got to have a bath!
Oh, I know what you're thinking! Or at least I know what Ammy was thinking from under the dining room table. "Baths are evil." Well... yeah... but they also kinda feel good. And afterwards, you get to go hang out on the deck to dry off!
"Wait ... Is this a good thing?"
It's great! Mom brought fluffy towels out and her iPhone (so she could take my picture!) and the birds were singing and it was cool & breezy and everything!
Do I look fluffy? Mom kept calling me "Count Fluffula". And here's the best part of the fluff cycle:
The After-bath aftermath.
While Mom fluffs and dries me, I get to snuggle! If you look closely, you'll note I'm laying on top of Mom's leg. That's the BEST!
Zim and the girls haven't had baths yet. By the time I was dry, it was really too hot for deck-drying time, so they didn't get to have turns. They seem happy about that... and Storm keeps calling me "LabraDave" under her breath. Ha woo. I know she's just kidding and loves me. And she doesn't have to worry -- Mom said the rest of the pack will get turns REAL soon! I wonder if I'll get to go again?