Category: puppy days

Good Boy

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This is the day I first met The Girl and Bossman. I was just a wee pup at 8 weeks of age and had to say goodbye to my brothers, sister, mom, dad, and aunties. The kind man that fed us even gave me a little talking to before I was taken to my new home. He told me to “be good” and he had the saddest look on his face. I think I’ve been good so far but I don’t think Bossman would ever admit it.

My First Nightmare

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Just four days after I was taken from my family, The Girl and Bossman thought it was time to give me a bath. I guess they didn’t appreciate my dusty, rolling-around-in-the-dirt look from back when I was with my brothers and sisters. Anyway, this so-called bath was the crappiest experience EVAR.

First, they dump you into a slippery white tub with completely no traction for my paws and nails. As I scramble around in the tub, they turn on the water, which looks like Niagra Falls compared to my 5-pound puppy size. Then they dump water on top of my head and pretend to give me a massage with the bubble concoction they call soap, which is supposed to make me smell better. Personally I think my au naturale scent is the best.

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Now take a look at the huge maniacal grin on The Girl’s face. Doesn’t she look like she’s enjoying my suffering a little too much? Can’t you see that I’m dying here?!

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Here is a close-up of me in my wet, miserable state and trying to escape. Won’t someone come to this poor little pup’s rescue?! And so my fear of water begins. I know that Shibas notoriously hate water but this certainly doesn’t help matters.