One morning late last week, Mom put her clean work shirt on the bed and went off to brush her teeth. I couldn't pass that up that wonderful opportunity.
White dog + clean black shirt = pure ornery brilliance.
Unfortunately, Mom retaliated with this...
Yes, my friends, she made me take another bath. She claimed that I had poo on my hiney and that I needed that medicated shampoo for my scabby allergy spots. Personally, however, I feel this was purely an act of vengeance on her part.
Call PETA. Baths are inhumane.