Sammy Sighs

Sammy (above) is writing the post today....

Sunday is bath day. Now, I don't mind all that much, but gee, it is a big production, it seems. Today, my mom gave Sissy her bath first. Sissy doesn't like a bath. She looks like a skinny drowned rat, too. Of course, Mom still thinks she is so cute. Then, she gets dried and her hair combed. Mom even put in a stupid little pony tail and bow this time. Whatever.

(Notice the stupid bow???)

Then, it is my turn. I just take it like a man and get my bath over with. Then, I have to have my hair combed too. Like, who cares? But, I did give up biting on the comb as it seemed to have no effect on the process except making mom mad.

Then, Shelby got her bath. She loves the bath. She just stands there and enjoys it. Of course, she doesn't have to get her hair combed. Lucky girl.

So, mom got us all looking (and smelling) good.

Then mom spent a long time cleaning the bathroom.

Later in the day, Ruger and Sophie came to play with us. Sophie and I discovered some really smelly gross something to roll around in outside. We had fun.

But guess what...yep...another bath. Even Sophie got one and she was just visiting.

I hate Sundays!! Have a great week...Love, Sammy