Mom was sick for about a week. Sure, her coughing kept me up at night, but overall her being sick really worked to my advantage. Let's face it, it's nice having Mom home during the day to nap with me.
And because Mom had a bad cold, she couldn't bend over the bathtub. Bending made her head hurt worse. So, my friends, that also meant NO medicated baths for me the entire time Mom was sick! Woo hooooo!!!
Unfortunately, however, my bath reprieve ended tonight. That's right...Mom resumed the torture once again.
As soon as she let me out of the bathroom, I took my still-partially-wet body straight to her bed. I like to get that "wet dog" smell on her blankets.
She offered me kibbles as a peace offering.
I refused to even look at the kibbles. Or at her.
Stupid medicated baths.