This time, Mummy caught my miserable bath on video. She is determined to embarass me, that woman! Daddy never fails to give me the dreaded bath everytime we get to the grandparents' house after the dog park. I suspect he was jealous that I had so much fun rolling in the mud while he just sat at the benches and glared at me. He can always join me in the mud puddle, but he is just too uptight to have a bit of fun. And so the bath is his way of punishing me, I figured!
These few thoughts are swimming in my head whenever I am being washed and scrubbed by Daddy -
"Are you done yet?"
"Don't let the water get into my eyes!"
"Mummy save me instead of taking the stupid camera!"
"Oh look, a dog is outside the gate, I need to go over and say hi!"
"I need to plan my escape!"
But thoughts are just thoughts and I can't do much, except to shake water all over and get my parents all wet in the process. Since I can't fight them, might as well get them to join me!