The Hunger Strike Ends

I ate the doggie food last night. I was starving, so I just broke down and did it. If Mom held out this long, then I doubt I'm gonna get more hamburger.

Bummer.

Mom made me take a bath last night, too. Totally not fair, either. I had to take a bath 'cause we needed to wash the greasy flea preventative stuff off of my back. Um...who do you think put that nasty stuff on me in the first place?! Seems to me that if she hadn't put it on me, then she wouldn't have had to give me a bath last night, either!

I did get back at her, though. When she got me out of the tub and put me on the bathroom floor, I managed to squeeze through a little crack in the bathroom door. She didn't even miss me for a second 'cause she was hanging up the towel. It was pretty funny when she came looking for me. I got my doggie bed all wet before she found me and made me go back to the bathroom so she could blow dry my fur.

Ain't NO Way I'm Taking a Bath

This doesn't make much sense to me...

Each month, Mom puts this nasty junk on my back. It stinks and it makes me all icky and greasy. She says I have to have it to keep the fleas away. You know what it is, though? It's a people repellent! She puts that junk on me and then tells people not to pet me when we go on walks. How rude!

Then, just to add insult to injury, a few days after she puts that junk on me, she makes me take a bath to get the stuff off! It's just absurd.

This is cruel and unusual punishment. So you know what? I'm breaking the cycle this time. I don't care if I've got the nasty stuff on me -- Mom's not going to give me a bath!

Shhhh! Don't tell her I'm hiding in the bedroom...