Hi guys! It’s me, Oscar the Beagle.
So….guess what happened the other night?
No, I did not win the Publisher’s Clearinghouse and get a year of free Milk Bones.
No, Uncle Matt did not leave a full box of Cheez Its on the night stand with the lid open.
No, it was not another life lesson.
It was STUPID bath night!
I don’t get it! Baxter and I just had a bath at Christmas! Maybe there was another one. I kinda block them out.
I’ve told you before how I don’t understand bath night. It takes me a few months to work in this smell, and when I think I have it JUST right……..
She washes it off!
On top of that, I think she uses some sweet smelly stuff. Yuck!
I don’t fight it much anymore. Whenever Grammy used to take my collar off I would run and hide under the table. Now I just accept my fate. (The collar is a dead giveaway as she never takes it off for anything else.)
At least the water is warm and I get a good rub down after. Then, just when Grammy thinks I’m all done….. I shake and send water EVERYWHERE! Haha!
Uncle Matt made sure I didn’t get a chill.
Baxter takes forever to dry so he usually gives Grammy the silent treatment all night. In fact, I don’t think he completely dries off until the day before the next bath.
Baxter has a way of getting a little revenge actually. Being a long-haired Golden Retriever, once the bath is done the fur goes everywhere. That Roomba doesn’t know what she’s in for.
I guess that was our Presidents Day Bath. We usually get a bath when there’s a holiday like Christmas or Easter. Sometimes when something special is coming up but usually for a holiday.
I never realized the family made such a big deal about Presidents. Or maybe it’s for Leap Year? An early St. Pat’s?
Woof Wednesday is the world through the eyes of 11-year old Oscar the Beagle. Oscar lives in Fairhaven with Pete, Priscilla and Uncle Matt and his best buddy Baxter the Golden Retriever.
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