Today I did something quite extraordinary.
I asked Grammy Chief for a shower! *shock!horror!*
Now what could have gotten to my furry brains you ask??
Don't know, really .... I saw Chief-y giving Daddy Tuffy a shower (he asked for it too) and followed by Uncle Joe (who also asked for it). They both seemed to enjoy the entire hosing down alot so I thought ... since it was also a very hot and humid day, why not give it a try?
And a try it was. Even the Chief was incredulous when I stood by the garden hose and look up at good ol' Chief expectantly ... not scampering away as I usually do.
"Dexter?! You want a shower?!?!"
I even let her finish washing off all the suds before I waddling off!
Now that am all nice and cool the Chief tells me moments like these makes her want to buy a lottery ticket. "Who knows? I might strike the jackpot!"
My un-showered brothers and I
It's all jibberish to this furry pup. What's a jackpot? If it's not food-ables am not innerested...