Big Boy's Bath Bonanza!

I've just got back from my trip to Ganny's. As ever, I had a pretty good time, even though the weather was rubbish.

Mostly it was like this.....

With a bit of this....

And then more of this....

We did, however, have one nice day. Great, I thought, I expect we'll do something REALLY exciting. I began to feel less optimistic when this appeared on the lawn....

The following pictures are courtesy of Aunty Lou, who I thought loved me, but is clearly as big a traitor as Mum.

Steady on Mum, that's gone right down my lug 'ole!

That's a scouring pad she's using on my chops; someone should report her...

Now you've just gone too far.....

Perhaps if I sneak off over here she won't notice....

Bu*g*r!

Ooooh that tickles!

Now this I like!

And one final shake should do it.....

Ganny said that I was such a good boy for getting Mum even wetter than I was for standing still that she had got me a present.

Every cloud has a silver lining.... hehe!

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Oh the Indignity of It.......

Well, summer is pretty much coming to an end now and where most normal people's thoughts turn to log fires and cosy evenings, my Mum's thoughts turned to baths... "It's our last chance Deccy" she said, reaching for the Tea Tree shampoo. Fortunately (for her, not me) I didn't know what this meant as I've not had a bath at home before, so I stood and watched ever hopeful that a large knuckle bone or at least a rawhide chew would appear. But no! There I was admiring my tomato plants when a whole watering can of warm water gets tipped over me. Then there's a load of smelly shampoo (nothing pleasant like fox poo) gets rubbed in and my unmentionables are scrubbed with a sponge... not that I have any unmentionables anymore, but that's not the point.

The final indignity was being dried with some new towels Mum had bought just for me. Except they were red, and she hadn't washed them first. So I'm not blue and white anymore, I'm blue and pink. The only saving grace is that she couldn't find the camera. It's bad enough with the cat laughing at me. I just hope it wears off soon or I shall only be going out under the cover of darkness.