Doggy Wash day

Ok, so I stink. Or in past tense I guess I should stay stunk. What's the big deal? I was comfortable in my odor. One might even say reveling in it. But seein's how Mom and Dad buy the dog food, treats, toys and my dial-up internet (don't get me started), I guess I'll play according to their rules. But it was cold here today. Like Z-E-R-O degrees. Ok, so you Vermontians think we're livin' in the balmy south- but to me, it was still too cold to be standing in a metal sink with Mom hosing me down singing "Goin' to the dog wash, ooh, ooh, you might never get rich, talkin' 'bout the dog wash, woa, woah............." You get the picture and it ain't pretty. And thank goodness for that, she forgot the camera. Don't need that splayed across the internet for all the world to see. But I do have to admit, I now look mahvelous, dahling! (You do know it's better to look good than to feel good, don't you?) And here I am looking all fine in my shiny brown suit and to be honest, I'm tired. I should be out on the town, looking for some lady friends but, yawn, I think I'm gonna just go take a power-nap on my newly acquisitioned spare bed (I'll post more on that at a later date) and then I'll step out later. Nighty-night! Chester