Dog Bath

I love to run and jump in puddles when it rains. When the lawn is being watered I dig holes in the mud and bite at the hose. Water is great, except when it is coming from the bathtub faucet. At this point, water becomes a mysterious and dangerous substance. The two ugliest words in the English language, must be dog bath. You guessed it, I was a dog bath victim today. Last night I felt so itchy, I should have known not to itch, it makes them worry I have fleas. It makes them want to give me a dog bath. Shudder. I have been afraid of bath faucet water since I was a puppy. They thought I would grow out of it. They were wrong. When I hear the bathtub faucet turning on, combined with the call "CoCo, CoCo", I go ballistic. No dog bath! No dog bath, I cry. They try to tell me, "It's O.K. CoCo!" No, it isn't, the bathtub water is going to get me! Suddenly, I am lifted up and placed in the bathtub for my dog bath. I do not give up, I fight tooth and nail for the entire bath. My mommy is so afraid I will hurt myself, she has to sit in the tub with me fully clothed while I take my bath. I sit on her lap as she pours container after container of warm water over me, and lathers me up with oatmeal shampoo. I continue to fight until the end when I am wrapped in a terry cloth towel. Until the moment finally comes when I am released from my dog bath bondage, and I know I have survived the dog bath ordeal. I shake water off me with each step, and run with the joy you can only feel when you are finally free!