This whole event was Piper’s fault. She’s a border terrier and likes to roll in stuff.
I’m not sure how her antics evolved into me getting a bath, but she rolled in some kind of fuel and out came the soap.
My humans are excited that she smells. Like she doesn’t smell all the time, so they plop her in the bath. You can see how much she loves it.
I’m rolling on the carpet laughing when Kristina says, “You too.”
“What?” I bark. “I don’t stink.”
I run and hide under the table, but it’s no use. Within seconds I’m in the tub too.
Silly Piper. I’ll have to train her not to roll in stinky stuff. Now we both smell of soap.