Mom removed my collar, hooked me up to a tiny slip-lead, and ...
|"Hey, what are we doing in here? Did you want me to blog about the ..."|
|"GADZOOKS! Is that my shampoo next to the Oil of Olay?!?"|
Yes, indeedy it was. Now I know what they meant by "my turn".
|"What the fluff?!?"|
I wasn't pleased. But actually, I didn't mind it. It was kind of nice to get all clean - and with this huge shower, I can do the shake-shake-shake to my heart's content. Check this out - it's in slow-motion!
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Afterwards, we went out on the deck for the fluff cycle.
|"Oh, yeah. Right there, Mom!"|
A short 50 minutes or so sharing my floof with the west side of town, and I was good to go! I'm no Cammie, but ... I kind of enjoyed the whole thing.
We went out front afterwards for a quick photo:
|Polargold's Margaret Thatcher - Super Floofy!|
So I guess it was my turn for the shower - and to blog! It's ... it's like Mom planned it that way. Hmm.