What happened next

by Valerie Barker


After our super fun time at the dog park, Mom exclaimed that we were too dirty to go home. I thought, "That's fine, let's go for a hike or go get ice cream." Unfortunately, Mom decided we should go take baths. So off we went to the dog wash in town. Now don't get me wrong, it's a nice place if you're into that sort of thing, but I am not. I much prefer hiking and ice cream to baths.

Kat went first. Mom did not document her torture for all the world to see.

Then it was my turn. I tried to be a good boy. I didn't whine this time and I definitely did not make as much noise as the dog down the hall. All I did was explode. A lot. (Warning: this video is noisy.)

Dad was covered in fur and his head looked like he had turned grey-headed.

For my part, I was also covered in fur, and not just the parts that attach to me.  I think if you look at my eyes in this picture, you can see how I am very sad about the entire situation.

I did manage to survive and even kept some fur so I could spread it around the house to get Mom back for her choice of bath over ice cream.

Steve