It’s a Dog’s Life . . .
ME: Its bath day!
DOG: Why do I have to take a bath?
ME: Because you stink.
DOG: I like how I smell.
ME: Well, not so much today.
DOG: Well, other doggies like my smell.
ME: Think about what each of every one of you go sniffing around after.
DOG: [Looks at me quizzically] It’s good stuff.
ME: I ain’t gonna argue with you about that. Get in the tub.
DOG: [Rolls eyes. Ok.]
ME: [Washes dog. Rinses dog. Towel dries dog.] See that wasn’t so bad and now you smell much better.
DOG: Ok, I admit I -- I liked it. Especially the drying part. Can we go outside, now? [Looks up at me with those puppy-dog eyes]
ME: [My iced heart starts to melt] You were sooooo good in your bath that I say yes.
DOG: Yea! [Bounds to door]
ME: [Opens door. Let’s dog outside.]
DOG: [Runs outside. Jumps into a pile of leaves, grass, sticks, dirt, and God-only-knows what else. Rolls around.]
ME: [Calls out to Ric . . . ] Open the wine.