Our little Peskapoodle pooch really hates having a bath - she'll jump into a dam to get her ball, and play about and wrestle in water and get soaked, and roll about in mud, but as soon as I get her tub out she goes and sits by the gate with a forlorn expression on her face. Her tail goes between her legs and she looks at me like I am the most cruel human in the world. But the little peachpocket gets to go on all the couches, gets to sleep in the bed - under the covers - She even gets to sit on my shoulders in the car. So when she goes to the park and rolls in someones vomit, dead birds, rubbish dumps or any other vast number of delectable wonderful smelling decomposing unmentionable things she can find, she gets a bath.
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