Why do my people like eveything clean?

I was all excited when mom and dad said we were going for a car ride. Car rides are always great, or at least they used to be. Sometimes we end up at the Bark Park, or the store where Sargent Rick does training.

But, this time we ended up a different store. This place had this awful looking things in the back of the store;



Mom and dad kept looking at them, and I knew I had a made a mistake to come along on this trip.

Apparently, you are expected to just happily walk up that little ramp right into the belly of that thing. I declined the invitation to walk up the ramp. Dad just bent down and grabbed me and plopped me down right in the middle of it.

I would have been mad, but Dad was wearing this little green apron and it was hard to be mad while I was chuckling at him.



Mom and dad hosed me down, and sudsed me up. Ugh! I hate baths. I refused to be helpful. I tried running away, but kind of tough in my little tub I was stuck in.



I finally just had to sit there and wait it out until they were done drying me off. What is the point of this whole exercise? They wet you down and they dry you off. I was dry before they started. People!!! I will never understand them.



When they were done, they were very certain I would just walk down that ramp. But, I really did not like the way that ramp looked. So, instead of walking down, I just jumped from the tub to the floor. Almost landed on mom's head... ha! that will teach you.

I told them the only way I am going back, is if they bring Gnarly the cat next time. And... I get to help suds up Gnarly... hee-hee.