The other day Mom made a pathetic attempt to distract me from my medicated bath. She put squeaky rubber duckies in the tub. It did not work.
Seriously. I hate baths. Ducks don't help things like this.
And then she lined them up to amuse herself while I was sitting there for a bazillion hours with that stupid medicated shampoo on my furs. NOT FUNNY.
I got sick of that, too, and attempted to make a break for it.
I actually managed to make it out of the tub, but Mom thwarted my escape attempt with the stupid baby gate.
And then she just taunted me from the outside of the bathroom by taking pictures.
Seriously not cool.
When Mom was done taking pictures, she decided that the shampoo had been on my furs long enough. So, she stuck me back in the tub with those duckies and she washed off the medicated shampoo.