When the weather starts to warm up I always know that I will be spending a lot more time in the bathtub than I’d really care to.
Arguably it’s not my favorite thing in the World, but I like to think I’m pretty tolerable of the deed.
And it’s really not that BAD, especially since mom always provides cookies. A bath without cookies is like rolling in dead worms with a coat on – pointless – and precisely what got me into this mess in the first place.
After bath time I’m left smelling like sunshine and daisies – not what super awesome dogs that dig holes in the backyard and hunt for bunnies should be smelling like. So it’s best to rub that smell off as quickly as possible.
Pretty soon I’ll be dry and looking for my next big thing to roll in. This time I’m thinking horse manure and kitty litter – if I plan it just right then mom won’t have time to give me a bath before we go to work. Always gotta be thinking! Smell ya later, xoxo 
You look so very handsome Ammo. But we know what ya mean about bath time. Mom can’t let us go around smelling of dead bird or anything. Springtime means bath time.
Yea I guess your right. But dead bird smells so good!
Ammo, how sweet!