So I was minding my own business last night and happened to stroll by the bathroom and...
Oh no, what is this? Mom is filling up the bathtub.
Do you think it is because I did this out in the yard? I mean Pixie did it too.
I don't want to take a bath. I like my stinky neck. That is how I want it. (stamps paws in protest)
I am getting the hell out of here before I am forced into the tub and have to smell like some freaking show poodle.
Well, it looks like Pixie and I dodged a bullet. Turns out bathtime wasn't for us after all. We can live stinky for another day.