Treachery

It’s a disgrace, a complete and utter fallacy.

Today, I was made to have a bath. That’s right, a bath! I’ve worked long and hard to smell this good and to perfect my crusty dinner face. It’s like they think it just happens.

Summer is gone but the sun was beating through the window. There I was in the middle of the ‘Bake’ step of my 3 step plan, so quite busy, and I hear them call my name. I heard the ‘treat door’ open so I stayed put and waited for something tripey. They never came, they just called again but it had a different ring to it. Dad appeared and by the look in his eye, it wasn’t good news for me. I tried to make a run for it but I was now at the precipice of ‘Bake’ and exhausted.

They had me and in I went.

I spent most of the shower fuming but then the anger washed away with the bubbles. All I could think about was getting into the garden and rolling in something good. Soon enough, I was out and I ran for the garden feeling fantastic.

I enjoy feeling clean but not as much as I do getting dirty again. I always throw in a few Tassie Devil spins to keep them happy because they always watch me after a bath for some reason.

Regardless of how nice it can be, it’s still treachery.