It was a Sunday afternoon like any other. But we couldn’t put off the inevitable any longer. Poor George really didn’t see it coming. Danny and I felt terrible, but it needed to happen.
And this was his face once we were all in the bathroom and I had shut the door behind him.
“Do I have to, guys? Do I have to?”
“Yes, young man. You have to.”
“I just can’t believe you guys would do this to me. Again.”
“Please save me.”
George always goes a bit crazy when he comes out of the tub. We towel him down (which he loves), and blow dry him (which he hates), and then we give him another fresh towel so he can continue drying himself. He never harbors any ill will toward us after a bath, but he also doesn’t seem to recognize the correlation between bath and laptime. Silly dog.
“You guys, now that we have that unfortunate event behind us, let’s never do it again!”
~ Laura
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