guess what? The trunk of the mama works pawfect again since saturday and the furst thing she said was, that someone here stinks to high heaven…. before I could suggest her to take a shower for fixing that problem, the dad came and grabbed the Weimaraner at ass&neck and carried the poooooor pup to the bathroom!
HEEEELP! SOS! MAYDAY!!!!!!
Although I fought for my life and my
stinky aromatic fur, they knew no mercy…
… and there I was …. wet like a river rat with the water up to my chin… well nearly…. while my eyes turned red with
fear the worn out shutter of the cam
…. and without all the precious dirt and without my dignity I escaped that wet torture pot…
… and I gave them the most dangerous FU-look before I left that
bathroom chamber of torture…
… to hide under my blankie…
…the dad said now I smell like a fresh AVOCADO… WHAT?!
I’m THE MOLE and not the GUACA-MOLE, dude!
HAVE A GOOD MO(A)NDAY ALL!