Let me ask you something. Does this look like a doggie who deserves to be harassed?
What about this? Does THIS look like a doggie who needs to be tormented and tortured?
Yes, I had to take a bath.
After weeks of reprieve, I thought I had won the War of the Bathtub. Mom hadn't subjected me to a bath for a long, long time. Apparently, however, I was wrong. She just lulled me into a sense of complacency and then WHAM...bath torture.
Looking pathetic and cute has no effect on Mom when she's in bath mode. My charms are powerless.
The woman was on a serious "get Buttons clean" mission, too. I prefer to be stinky. And dirty. I am a dog, you know.
And you can see just how upset I am by looking at my tail in this picture. Is it up and curly and wagging? Noooo. I am not a happy pup.
Since all of my attempts to escape the bath seemed to have no impact on Mom, I finally just stuck my tongue out at her. Take THAT!
Of course the normal blow dryer torture ensued after the bath. You'll notice that I sat RIGHT BY the bathroom door, awaiting my escape.
When Mom finally let me out of the bathroom, I went a little crazy. Then I hid under the blanket on the couch. I didn't want to end up back in that bathroom.
When I realized that I was safe, however, I decided to dry myself off the rest of the way by rolling on the carpet.
Then I took out some of my frustrations on a penguin toy.
In my opinion, tonight's ambush bath was entirely uncalled for. Just ridiculous. I was stinky for weeks, so why the torture tonight?!
I WILL get back at Mom for this. I'm working on a plan right now. I can't divulge all of the details, but I can tell you that it involves squeaky toys under Mom's bed at 3:30 a.m....