
I Love My Bath!
Today was bath day. I normally don’t need regular bathing because I am sweat-free, but sometimes I get dirty during daily activities. Such as rolling in poo. Why poo, you ask. Well, mainly because it’s there. No, really. For some reason dogs like to smell like other animals feces. My preference is deer poo. Luckily I live on the edge of a great forest just brimming with deer. They come right up to the houses to eat grass. Often they cross the roads near my house to get hit by cars.
This morning my Mommy took me outside to play with my yellow ball. First she yells “Ready” and then I look at the ball. Then she throws the ball, and I run after it. It is my job to stop it wherever it lands. Sometimes if I’m feeling frisky, I pick up the ball in my mouth and trot away with it. Then I find the place I want to leave it in for her to pick it up, and I drop it. Usually after that I run away, in order to sniff out some deer droppings. My Mommy hurries over to the ball and begins the whole throw process again. I think she is trying to interrupt my search and roll mission. But in my craftiness I remember where I smell the poo hiding in the grass so that I can smear it onto myself later.
Well, I got two great rolls in the nasty stuff today. I ran quite far from her before she could get to me, and I practically dove into it. Yay Me! Then I trotted away as she chased me. I was not going to do her bidding, no siree. She tried to corral me into the gate to go in through the back door, but I wanted the whole world to see me in my odiferous glory, so I ran up the hill and went around to the FRONT door of my house. I did go in docily, though. Somehow she used her tricksy ways to get me up into the bath. But I got the last laugh. She had to touch me to wash the poo off.

Poo Free Me

























