Bath Time

A busy weekend. Saturday was school where I learned not to bite the hand that feeds me. Sunday was a playdate at a big ranch with about 17 rambunctious puppies. I was calm and found legs behind which to hide when the tanks (known as black labs) barrelled past me.

I got dirty.

Therefore, I got bathed Sunday night.

I squirmed until I learned that the water in the kitchen sink tastes pretty good and after the wetness, a warm towel and blow dryer. Then I romped.

And then I slept.

This puppy life is hard.