My Turn In The Fluff Cycle

Greetings to all!  It's me, Mags.  So there I was yesterday, minding my own, when Mom offered me a treat.  Not just any treat, but the ones Ragnar and I refer to as the "high test" treats.  Trust me when I say they're mighty tasty.

In payment for said treat, Mom had both Ragnar and me step on the scale.  No sweat.  Then Ragnar left and Mom shut the door to the bathroom.  What the fluff?!?  I can't open it from the inside - only from the outside!  That's when it hit me -- it was shower time for yours truly.  

The water actually felt pretty good.  Mom got a bit confused at one point (I think it was when Raggi opened the door to the bathroom and joined us in the shower) and instead of my shampoo, she grabbed the Olay by mistake.  My chest smells like strawberries and mint now, which isn't too bad!

Anyway -- on to the deck for the fluff cycle!

"Is Maggie having spa day?  Can I have spa day again?"
"He can have my turn.  Really."
"You're pretty good to go right now, Ragnar!  Let's fire up the Master Blaster, Mags!"

Can't blame a girl for trying.

Mom used the Master Blaster on me for about half an hour, then deemed me "dry enough".  When I'm in coat-blowing mode, she usually goes a lot longer than that, so YAY!  (Ragnar's almost done with his Spring Blow, then I'll start.  I want Mom to enjoy the coat-blowing season as long as possible.)

Ragnar and I posed for a quick shot on the deck before we went in:

Me and Ragnar - and some cool clouds

... then Mom wanted to get a shot of us out front:

"❤️❤️ Oooh, Maggie, you look so pretty!!!❤️❤️"
"Yeah, thank----oh, hey!  Ragnar!  The neighbors are out!"
"Oh!  Let's stare!"

I mean ... I had been cooperative all during the shower and Master Blaster session.  That's long enough - right?

Yours sincerely,
Margaret Thatcher