Mom did it again. Yep. Yet another bath. Hrmph.
Tomorrow (Sept. 18) is my birthday. I'm gonna be 14 years old. You would THINK that Mom would cut me some slack with the medicated baths, especially since this is a special week...
Nope. No such luck.
Trust me when I say that I did not go into the tub willingly.
At least Mom refilled the toy box in the bathroom. That provided some distraction during blow-drying. (See Mom's orange hair dryer?)
Had to go back to the toy box to liberate another toy.
After Mom opened the gate and let me out of the bathroom, I'm happy to report that I successfully saved all three of those squeakies from the bathroom.
And that's why Mom has to refill the toy box in the bathroom. I try to save all of the toys from horrible baths.
To Grandma's House We Go Part 1
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