Friday, October 8, 2010
A roll in the grass...is always followed by a bath...
Sigh! Momma is weird. She has some serious issues. The Gardner cut the grass. I love the smell of freshly cut grass. I love it so so much. It is a new fresh smell, so... At the very first opportunity I treated myself to a wonderful roll in the grass. It smelled as great as it felt. Little damp, very nice. It felt cool and that was a plus since it was getting warm outside. Everything was right in my world until I came back in the house. I was two feet away from momma when her nose wrinkled up. Sometimes I think she is part Bichon as far as her sniffing ...
That dreaded word came out of her. You know the word... "bath" followed by the deadly combo of words. "You need a bath, now!"
Well, I beg to differ. I do not want or need a bath. Let's be accurate. You, momma, want me to have a bath. I need to be left alone.
Logic does not work with that woman. When her nose gets all wrinkly, her brain goes on hiatus. She goes on auto pilot. Before you can think she has you covered in foam. ( note to self....cappuccino foam is yummy- bath foam is NOT I hope I remember that before I taste it again, but that is different post..)
To make a long story short, convalescing momma dispatched her "minion" daddy to do her foaming deed and there we were, daddy and I, both reluctant victims of momma's nose with brain on hiatus. I must admit, I cooperated with daddy because, I felt as sorry for him as I did for myself. And now I sit here wet, unbrushed, looking at momma. Interesting, her nose is back to normal, and nooooo way Jose I am not going near her. She has a brush. She says I will look unkept. I am not sure what that means, I don't care.