Here We Go Again

It was a perfectly enjoyable day. It really was. Walkies, nosework, snoozing. Chicken on the menu for dinner. Then mum started changing the sheets.

If you don’t know this, The changing of the sheets is my cue to run off and try to hide under a blanket, because it inevitably means a B. A. T. H. is coming up. Stupid, silly. Next thing, my shampoo and conditioner bowls and towels are out and by then there is no way back. I try to impersonate a black pillow but she always finds me in the end.

Oh well. At least dinner was delicious.