For a change, Mummy is letting me blog! My guess is that she is greatly amused and influenced by the lovely dog blogs out there and thus decided to let me hold the reins since I'm a big (and good) boy, all of 7th months old now! Hello world, this is Chow Chow, your captain speaking!
See, even my blog template has changed! How do you like it?
Today, I shall blog about my weekly routine - bathing! I don't hate it, neither am I wild about it. I guess the best part of a bath is the aftermath when you feel so fresh and clean. No more itching and scratching! For the first few hours at least.
My Daddy is the one bathing me from now on. It used to be both Mummy and Daddy but Mummy's eczema has flared up real badly (apparently I was part of the cause) and so Daddy has decided to have the sole honour of bathing yours truly! As for Mummy, she can stand around and watch, I don't mind. Most of the time, she tries to make herself useful by holding onto my leash tightly so that I can't escape from the water and from Daddy's foamy hands.
This is a picture taken by Mummy. She wanna show the world how to bath a filthy dog like me.
See how much smaller I look when my fur is wet? So please do not think that I am fat. It's just the fur!
Okie, I know I look horrible with half my face caked with mud. Mud's supposed to be good for the skin, isn't it? I'm actually having my weekly mud facial mask!
I so do not look like myself in this picture! Such a unglamourous shot!
Daddy's cleaning off my mud mask. I hate what he is doing but I better keep still. It will be over before I know it! Just don't let the water get into my eyes!
I love the washing of my belly!
More washing! Daddy's complaining about me going into the mud puddle. He was telling mummy he doesn't intend to bring me to the dog park if I keep jumping into the mud puddle!
Please bring me to the dog park! I promise not to go into the mud puddle...for the first 5 minutes! Hahahahahaha!
Shaking water everywhere,