Tuesday, March 15, 2011
What a nice clean boy!
On Sunday, Jenny seemed to be in super-cleaning mode. She made Keith tidy his computer desk and did lots of hoovering, dusting and washing. I was getting dizzy just watching her, but then, THEN, she started on me.
First of all I thought I heard her use the 'b' word, yes, that;s right, BATH, but I hoped I had heard wrong. After all, I do get things wrong sometimes, like when I think she has said 'Rush out through the door and look for a cat to chase' when in fact, she has said 'Stay'. Unfortunately, this time, I was right and the next thing I knew, I had been enticed upstairs and plonked in the bath with the shower cascading the wet stuff all over me. The indignity! And to make matters worse, she used this smelly shampoo stuff, to get me clean, she said. This was followed by a good towelling and a bit of a blow from the hairdryer before I was allowed downstairs again.
Doesn't she realise that we terriers just don't 'do' clean and sweet-smelling?
"What a nice clean boy," she said, to add insult to injury!
Well when we're out for our walks this week, the first dog to smirk about me smelling like a bunch of flowers is going to get a good thumping!
And that goes double for cats and squirrels!