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Mom likes it when we are clean and smell nice. I, however, do not care and am quite content being dirty.
I was with my mom and brother at Aunt Sara’s house, visiting Presley when…it happened. I was in the backyard sniffing around, doing my thing, when the neighbor let their 2 dogs out. The boxer could care less about me, but the other, a Bull Mastiff named Fergus, was happy to meet me. We sniffed and ran the length of the fence for a bit and then it happened…HE PEED ON ME! Mom was NOT happy! As soon as I came inside she said she could smell pee and then sniffed brother, Presley, and then she got to me. She picked me up and started squirting this girlie smelling soap on my head and rubbing until it hurt. And then, my head was WET. So the rest of the night she kept telling me I smelled and that I had to get a bath when I got home. No mom, not the b word! Ugh. I lost that battle. See for yourself…
No mom, not the paws!!!
I am not going to talk to you for a whole hour for doing this to me!
Do I look happy to you? Just leave me dirty and stinky...it's fine.
This is the life. Mom, can I have this heater on me all the time?
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