When I came back inside, Stanley was still in the bathroom. I could still hear the water running.
I could also hear dad saying "Good Boy" and stuff like that.
I decided I better lay low so I slipped under the kitchen chair in hopes no one would pay attention to me.
When mom saw me, I switched and hid under the rocker.
Despite my hiding out, I was captured and taken into the bathroom where I was subjected to the humiliation of shampoo and conditioner. Mom said it smelled really good, I thought it was gross.
As you can see, when I am wet it is easier to see my long legs. Normally my long fluffy hair hides them and makes them look like short stubs. I resigned myself to the bath and just sat and endured it. I had a plan to get even later.
Mom took me outside 2 times to pee and I refused. I had to promise not to pee in the house. "I won't", I said to my mom. It has been a long time since I peed in the house so she foolishly believed me.
Then Stanley and I wrestled like crazy. It is our way of drying off. While wrestling, I took my revenge and peed on the carpet. I had to be real sneaky since mom knew I had a full bladder and was watching me closely. After she saw what happened, I felt really bad. Mom didn't deserve that.
I gave my feet a sniff and I would never admit it but they did smell pretty sweet.
In the meantime, Stanley dried out and was just relaxing. Mom and dad said he no longer looked like Don King.
I told mom I was sorry for peeing on the carpet and she hugged me and said she still loved me.
I'm glad I have parents who are understanding.