Stupid Baths

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.

Not cool.

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.

Stupid baths...

Unfortunate Events

Had something baaaaad happen here tonight. I thought maybe Mom was getting a bath ready for me, but then she'd stop and go do something else, so I thought I was safe. Nope. I was wrong. She tricked me!

And to make things even worse, Mom got a gate. Yep. A gate. See me stuck in our bathroom behind the gate? Not cool.

See, Mom always got hot when she was blow-drying my furs after a bath 'cause our bathroom is little. Worked well for me, though, because that meant she never dried me all the way and I was allowed to escape early. With the gate, though, the bathroom isn't closed up, so Mom won't get so hot in there. Ugh.

And do you know what else she did to me tonight? Usually when she starts running bath water, I always hide under the bed or in my princess tent. Tonight, she stuck me in the bathroom behind the gate BEFORE she started the water! Sneaky, bad Mom!

While the water ran, I just sat by the gate and wished I could go hide...

But I was stuck. After Mom put me in the bathtub, I tried to jump out by myself, but I wasn't so lucky there, either.

I was forced to take a stupid bath.

The good news tonight, though, was at least Mom restocked the toys in the bathroom before she held me captive in there.

She started blow-drying me while I was checking out the toys. (Her distraction technique apparently worked...but not for long.)

I sat and stared out the gate for the rest of my blow-drying. I'm a master of looking pathetic.

I gave Mom the stink-eye in the living room when she finally let me out of the bathroom.

And I totally got my revenge later, too...

Seriously, the Easter Bunny doesn't care if I smell like a dog...