Bath day for the dog.

G'day, Rufus the dog here. Well, my dear mistress has been neglecting her blog of late (she's been shuffling around the house muttering something about posting pictures, and credit cards, and wanting to organize pictures-she's a pretty sad sight right now.), so I will fill in the void to keep her readers from giving up on her. I don't know if today is a special day, or if my house-mates and other admirers were just getting tired of the alleged dandruff that may or may not have been on my head, but I got a bath today. I've learned that squirming around and trying to get Jen as wet as I can only fuels the fire and makes her mad and more determined than ever to get me clean. So, I stood ever so patiently in the sink while she hosed me down and lathered me up. She even remembered to put some Nexus leave-in conditioner on me so that I am irresistable, especially to the ladies. I am on a short break now, and I have to get back to running around like mad and shaking my wet body from one end to the other, and wiping my face on the carpet. (It's what I call, "the after-bath rump-to-front dance.")