BATHS

I don't like getting wet, I don't like being cold. Mom has this whole thing about me being clean and smelling nice. Since there was this big snow storm the sidewalk outside has been sloppy and dirty, as you can guess I have short leggs and get slapped and soaking wet and drentched with water.

Yesterday all the snow was melting, and mom and Frank took me to get coffee in the morning. I got wet and dirty and on the way back up all the stairs I heard mom tell Frank it was time for me to get a bath. Not only did I try to get as dirty as I could but I stoped and ate every single piece of stuff on the ground. It made mom so angrey that I was taking my time on the stairs that she ran up without me. I got to the door and I heard the sink running. Mom picked me up and put me under the water, I fought her the whole time, and splashed as much as I could. Finally Frank had to come in and hold me down while mom rinsed me.

With the two of them holding me down, I could not win. I think I am going to work on my strength for the next time I get a bath. I hear push-up's are the way to go.