So there you are in the middle of a great morning doodoo and suddenly you're scooped up, taken upstairs and dumped into the bathtub.
First he gets you wet - all over! - then this foamy stuff! - tastes awful! - then more wet, more foul foamy stuff, then wet again. All the time he's cooing "what a good boy" - is there a choice?
Once you're back on solid ground, make a beeline for the towel and hide your head. That way he can't see you, just in case he wants to put you back in the tub.
If you roll around on the towel he may not use that hair dryer to inflict more torture on a poor defensely puppy. Okay I'm thirteen but I can still do defenseless puppy.
See! If this look doesn't shame the bastard, nothing ever will.
So he gets my nose wet, I'll just dry off on that expensive oriental carpet. Serves him right.
And now he wants a picture?????
I don't think so!
(I should probably avoided this sort of whimsy but what the hell, he's my best buddy and I think its as cute as all get out!)