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!