I'm just waitin' for Mom to get closer so I can lick her ear!
Blog Entry 10
Mom says, you tell people to “wash your mouth out with soap!” if they say something bad, to make them clean up their words. I’m not sure how you wash words with soap - but I can’t speak, so how would I know?
Mom makes it sound like something horrible that no one wants to do.
That makes no sense: soap tastes great!
Bring on Bath Time!
When Mom has a bath (being English, she likes to soak in hot water) I jump on the edge of the tub, even though it’s slippery and I do get a bit scared that I’m going to fall in.
But Mom tells me that I'd actually like the nice warm water. (She knows I love splashing about at the dog park and in my private paddling pool here at home.)
The reason I sit on the edge while she’s in the water is so I can lick her wet ears. She won’t let me get to her face – something about germs, she says, and how my saliva isn’t good for her skin. If that’s so, then why does she let me lick her hands, too?
Why are you over there! I want that soap!
The bath water is fine by itself, but the part I love best is when Mom lathers herself in soap. That stuff smells and tastes SO GOOD!
She won’t let me get to the whole bar of soap, though. Whenever I make it to the far side of the tub she moves it across to the side I just came from. :(
It’s very frustrating. She mutters something about not wanting me to get sick and have to spend the night at the vet again.
This bath time she had her cell phone with her in the bathroom, so she took some photos of me to prove I was there.
See how vital I am to Mom?
This is my best side for bathroom shots
Afterwards it was evening, my favorite time of the day.
Mom sits on the sofa to watch her British TV (tonight it was Call the Midwife) and I jump up next to her for a good snuggle. When she’s not paying attention, I chew her dressing-gown.
Tonight I managed to chew her sash in two places. :) When she got up after the program, she told me she'll need to get thinner to fit that shortened sash around her waist!
I love her dressing-gowns. They’re made of towel stuff and it’s like chewing a cuddly toy, only much better because it’s attached to her and I can pull on it without it coming off.
But back to soap. If your owner takes baths, I really recommend you hop onto the edge of that tub so you can lick the soap off any ears, necks, hands or arms that may be close enough.
And keep trying to chew into the bar of Dove. I'll let you know if I ever manage to do it!