Sunday morning when my mom let me outside, I was going about doing my business when I found something on the ground that smelled pretty bad. My instinct tells me to roll in stuff that smells bad so that I smell less appealing to all the predators we have out here (mountain lions, bears, etc.). But I forgot about my scariest predator...my dad! Needless to say he was not impressed with my new smell. He told my mom either she gives me a bath or he's going to take me through the car wash. Luckily my mom is nice and took me to the doggie spa and gave me a bath. My dad stayed on the other side of the glass and took pictures.
All clean!
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