Hello everyone! What’s shakin’? Little One’s on the blog today.
I wasn’t sure if my writer would let me bark today. I sure wouldn’t if I were her because I wouldn’t want any of you guys to find out what she did to me. Are you ready for it?
She betrayed me.
I know. I never would have thought that she’d betray me either. But she did. And it was awful.
You see, I always thought that when she dropped me off at the evil place where they douse me with water that she didn’t realize what actually went on there. I thought that she never noticed when I’d peer in the door and try to walk back out and that’s why she didn’t listen to me. I thought she wasn’t very observant, but definitely not that she was in the know!
I should have known. She’s a writer. Of course she saw. And of course she knew.
I had a blissful weekend. I got to sleep in late and hang out with my writer’s niece and nephew. My BFF-who-doesn’t-know-it-yet Wolf spent the night and I swear, he growls at me a little less with each visit. My writer gave me my weekend treat. It was nice. But then she spoiled it!
On Sunday night… it pains me to write this and alter your perception of her… she gave me a bath!
She was acting a little cagey and I started to wonder if something was up. It was a little odd… but she’s never done this to me before so I had no idea that I should run and hide. Instead I just sat there until she picked me up and brushed my hair.
And then she put me in water, covered me in smelly shampoo and washed it all off. I was so stunned I just sat there.
When she was done she let me try to dry off. And the entire time she sat there and smiled. Like she was actually enjoying it. Yeah, I know. How rude!
Then I gave her a look that I hope said, “You betrayed me!”
Followed by, “I hate you!”
After she finished drying me, she brushed my hair again. I don’t know why she felt the need to brush my hair twice… I’m sure she did a perfectly fine job the first time. It took her long enough.
Then she looked at me and said, “You look and smell so nice!”
And I said, “Talk to the tail cause the ears aren’t listening!”
Please tell me you have never done such a terrible thing to your beloved dog, who only provides love and companionship and who never, ever tries to give you a bath.
I hope that the next I’m here it’s under better circumstances and I can paint a nicer picture of my writer.
Until next time, keep those tails waggin’!
Little One
