Spring means many things. Trees and budding. Flowers are coming up from the earth. The lawn needs to be mowed! The snow has melted, leaving behind a not so frozen ground. Between the snow melting and the precipitation that makes all these things grow, it's inevitable...it's bath time!
It will happen at some point. You turn your back for one second and here comes your beloved friend, covered in mud. What have you been doing? Where did you even find that? How did it happen so fast? Where do you think you are going!? Get back here!
It's bathtime.
Henri does not like being wet. He doesn't like the rain. He doesn't like the dewy grass. He certainly does not like getting a bath. He does his best not to get dirty, but he might just get excited and run through a spot that is not as solid as once thought and mud splatters up beneath him and onto his rear. He knows when it's time. He starts sulking, trying to play cute and rolling over, only revealing just how dirty he actually is. Yes, Sir. It is time for a bath.
I'll try my puppy dog eyes.
I know he must suffer through a bath, but I don't make him do it alone. Misery loves company and thus, I am in the tub with him, needing a bath of my own once I'm done with him. One thing he does love about bath time? Being dried off with a towel afterwards. He goes nuts! It just might be worth it to him...maybe...might be...
The mud has to go somewhere, why not on our friends? Who loves a bath? Who loves a mud bath? Who just jumps in a lake and takes care of it themselves?
Can I get out of the tub now?
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