Or trying to anyway…
Towel anyone?
In other news, I’ve definitely overheard talk of a visit to a doggy swimming pool. Sounds amazing – I’ll keep you posted!
H x
This week, we have been learning to sit on a special mat. The long-term idea (in Mum’s head anyway) seems to be that when people come to the door, instead of jumping three feet off the ground and greeting them right in the face, my job is to go and sit on the mat until they come and say hello to me. Really Mum? Really?
I’ve got a much better idea…
H x
Mum decided to give me a bath last week. My first proper one…with puppy shampoo and everything. We went round to Granny’s (because she has a bigger bath) and I was such a good boy. In fact, I loved the feel of the power shower on my back. Mmm.
Then, on Sunday, two things happened. First of all Granny managed to wash her own hair with my puppy shampoo because she picked up the wrong bottle. Should’ve gone to Specsavers 🙂
And, secondly, THIS happened:
Now that’s what I call a bath!
H x