*insert dramatic pose – paw over face – here*
Oh, the pain! The cruelty! The unfairness!
Friends, it happened again. Again but different this time. So different.
Let me back up.
I went out to play this afternoon. It was SO beautiful out. Not too hot, not cold. So I went over to my favorite dirt rolling spot. I rolled. Then I rolled some more. Again and again and again. It felt SO good. All the dirt getting all over my skin. Scratching the itches I can’t reach. *roll, roll, roll* *scratch, scratch, scratch*
*runs up to the porch and jumps on the door to be let in*
Mom: NOODLE! NOT AGAIN! OMG! THAT’S IT! YOU’RE GETTING ANOTHER BATH AND YOU’RE NOT COMING INSIDE FOR IT!
Wait…what? Not coming inside?
10 minutes passed before she came back outside. That’s when it happened. She dragged me onto the deck.
Mom: I’m taking pictures for evidence.
My friends, it didn’t work.
I got blasted with the hose. Oh, and it wasn’t just any hose water. It was FREEZING hose water.
(Side note from Mom: I actually did feel bad for having to bathe him in such cold water but there was no going inside once I got him wet. He turned into mud.)
I have never felt such cold water in my whole life!
Mom is insisting that I show you a side-by-side comparison of clean vs. dirty.
Well, hmmm. Okay, I guess I was a little bit dirty.