Dear Leo,
Today we did the unspeakable, the parents put me, not you, into the bathtub. What a travesty! They wasted so much good drinking water on making me smell bizarre. I was just beginning to feel like I was at that, “smelling good,” dog stage, and they bathed me. You were trying to help me with the bath, but I wasn’t having it, so I hid in the closet until momma dragged me out and wheelbarrowed me into the bathtub.
You see Leo, dogs do not like baths as much as babies do. No matter how much water, cajoling, or songs are involved. To sum it all up, dad finished the dirty job of, “the bath,” while you and mom got my new bedding ready for me. I was quite ecstatic to exit that room and get back to my normal smells as soon as possible. I smell a bit better, especially after running around in the muddy backyard. It helped level things out between bath and doggy smell. Thanks for throwing the ball for me and trying to make me feel better about the bath. I can tell that you are there for me, and I’m there for you, and you’re there for me and so on and so forth. I love you!
xo, Kimmy
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