December 2nd 2005 7:02 pm
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For some reason, I get washed more than a rap star's SUV. It seems like I'm barely dry from my last torturous bath experience and it's time to go again. Now, I'm no wimp when it comes to baths. I know some dogs that act like Linda Blair being spritzed with holy water when they get in the tub. Not me. No, I just sit there and seethe. Sometime's I'll wish bad things on the poop scooper. Other times, I'll go to my happy place and try to pretend the whole experience isn't happening.

To be honest, I don't know how my proud ancestors survived all those centuries in the hot Mexican desert without being tossed in a tub, slathered with oatmeal shampoo, and rubbed raw with an old beach towel once a month. Frankly, the only thing that helps me keep my sanity is watching Champ get his bath. Hehe, funny! Then I jump up and nip his feet when he's being dried off. That, my friends, is theraputic.