Christmas Bath

Getting Dried Off - Get Me Outta Here!

Gosh, I thought Christmas was fun.  Getting toys and biscuits and treats.  Squeaky toys and fuzzy toys and maybe a new collar or bandana.

But then I heard daddy Frank go into the closet to get towels.  He never gets towels after dinner.  I knew somethin' was up.  And it was not good.  He didn't have to say a word, I knew what he was thinking and what he was scheming.  Then he went to the cookie jar.  I knew it! Bribes!

Then he says "Come on Benni" like he thinks I'll just follow him to my execution.

I'll play along for a Liver Snap, up to a point.  But I ain't goin' NEAR that bathroom.

Daddy begs and coaxes.  NO WAY!

Then he grabs me by my collar and starts dragging me.  I resist.  He calls Daddy Leon for reinforcements.  They corral me into the bathroom.  Dread!

But I'm NOT getting into that tub!  Christmas bath, Bah Humbug!

Well, Daddy got his way but I didn't make it easy for him.

I got showered up and dried off and rubbed down and combed out.  I guess they call it a spa treatment.  Daddies are too cheap to send me to the groomer where Bouvier goes.  Bouvier is a classy Poodle.

I get my Christmas Bath in the old bathtub.  Gosh, I HATE Christmas Bath.  How humiliating!

Daddy Leon Brushing Me Out