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So last Sunday, suffering from a sinus infection, I decided to take a bath at 2pm. I had just settled in and picked up my book when there was a large splash and something started flapping around in the water. I know what you’re thinking. Was it Jack Donaghy?
Unfortunately not.
So last Sunday, suffering from a sinus infection, I decided to take a bath at 2pm. I had just settled in and picked up my book when there was a large splash and something started flapping around in the water. I know what you’re thinking. Was it Jack Donaghy?
Unfortunately not.
It was this guy.
Immediately regretting his foray into spa baths, Vinnie started climbing up my body, slipping down and climbing back up with a determination reminiscent of younger me trying to climb out of the deep end of the local pool, so I could make it to the kiosk one more time before closing.
Eventually, Vinnie made it to promise land and clung to my chest like Rose to that piece of debris at the end of the Titanic.
(BTW Rose - there was PLENTY of room for Leo).
(BTW Rose - there was PLENTY of room for Leo).
Anyhoo, having a bath with your dog in the middle of the afternoon is not weird at all. I know this because after finishing said bath, I immediately Googled ‘Is having a bath with your dog weird?’ I was assured by hundreds of other crazy dog ladies that it is NOT WEIRD AT ALL. In fact, they went as far to say that it was the most ‘natural, normal thing one could do on a Sunday afternoon’ and that I was helping to eradicate global warming by ‘saving water’. Case closed.
After that I Googled ‘gang bang, amateur, muppets’. But that’s another blog post for another day.
