Jenny seemed to be on one of those 'everything has to be clean' moods yesterday. I noticed that Keith stayed out of the way all day, so perhaps he knew something I didn't but, before I knew it, she had enticed me up to the bathroom and into the bath for a shower! She knows I don't like them, but she makes me have them anyway. Eventually, when she thought I was clean, she let me out and tried to dry me with a towel. Then she dragged me into the bedroom, not to roll on the bed, which would have been a sensible way of getting dry, but to undergo the further humiliation of being blown dry with her hairdryer. I tell you, if I'd seen the straighteners appear, I would really have lost it! She must think I'm a wimpy little poodle or something. Doesn't she know that we terrier types are tough and masculine? We don't go in for all that pretty, perfumed fussing.