It’s Bath Time
Here I am. Sitting in Dirt. Again.
I'm Happy Now, but I won't Be Come Bath Time.
Sometimes, I decide the best place for me to sit is right in dirt so I can instantly get filthy. This way, I require a bath every single week. I like baths because then I can run around like a maniac and rub my body against anything that has the slightest ability to absorb water. Or not. I’m happy to rub myself against the walls too I guess.
To really solidify the bath this weekend, I also rolled around in a berry bush today and got purple stains all over my paws. I pranced in to show David and he loved it just as much as I expected. He exclaimed, “LOOK AT YOU! HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO MAKE YOURSELF PURPLE!” Which, obviously, is a sign of a job well done.
I award myself a gold star for today.