Pour le Bain

I heard tell that I was smelling a bit RIPE the other day. I thought I smelled FINE but who am I to say? I sniff butts, after all. It had been the standard 2 weeks between baths but it had rained - a lot - so it was hard to maintain my usual standard of cleanliness.

I was lounging around, like usual on a Saturday morning, when suddenly Mommy #1 says - "Hey Noodles! You want a BATH?" I quickly jumped down from my precarious perch on the back of the couch (no. . . I am not SUPPOSED to sit up there but just try and stop me) and ran toward the stairs - FULL of anticipation!

I loves loves LOVES baths. Really! There is something soothing about the warm water and scented shampoo. I actually jump INTO the bathtub all by myself! Okay, that is kinda a lie because the bathtub is too tall for me to jump in . . . I can, however, jump out with no assistance. ANYhooooo. . . I do not fight when Mommy lifts me up and puts me in the tub. She lets me wander around a little and enjoy the SPA.

Then she starts to suds me up using the shampoo and one of these

I don't know if your 'rents use a scrunchie on you at bath time but I am here to say NOTHING BEATS IT for sudsing the coat just so AND giving you a mini-massage at the same time. I love it.

There are two things I DO NOT like about bath time. Rinsing off and being toweled off. I tolerate the rinsing part because of the nice warm water. But it goes on toooooooo long and then I do not like it so much. The toweling, well who LIKES it, I ask you? Just let me shake and then run around the house like a PUG on SPEED and I am good to go.

Oh. . . did you have those pillows arranged a certain way? Too bad, so sad - I used them as a tunnel during my DRY time drive. And that bed you just made? FUH-GED-A-BOW-IT!

That's just how I roll at bath time.

But - say - aren't the results MAGNIFICENT?