I blew it again this morning. Mom and I like to go for a short walk before she leaves for work so I can do all my outside activities.
So I did them. You know. The two "Ps."
Then I got a whiff of something very interesting. I found it. I rolled on it. Mom doused me with the garden hose (it was cold!) and lots of soap.
Then I had to go in the crate.
Now Mom is threatening to take me to the Pet Wash station. I must remember that even though it smells good to me, Mom might not like it. And if Mom doesn't like it, it's not a good thing for lil' ole me.