Of Snow and Baths

Snow! One of my favoritest things. Bichons, if you don't live in a cold climate, you're missin' out!  I'm telling you, that cold white stuff is the best camo. If you've shredded the phone book and need to hide from Mommy, just hunker down in a snowdrift.

But that can really backfire, especially if you're a country dog. If you're not exactly clean, the snow won't hide you. In fact, the juxtaposition of white snow against off-white fur will make Mommy realize you really need (shudder) a BATH.

Dirty word! BATH! I dunno about you, bichons, but everytime I heard that horrible word, I run for my crate and sit in the furthest corner 'til the danger passes.

And what is with our humans' insane obsession with cleanliness, bichons!?! I mean, they need to get a life! Luckily, I'm a country dog and Mommy hates bathing me as much as I hate being bathed. But she's tricky! I gotta' keep an eye on her all the time! She likes to yell, "BATHTIME!" and then laugh hysterically when I crate myself. I mean, what the heck!?! When it really is bathtime, she doesn't say a word. Just grabs me and splash...I'm submerged in that warm, foamy stuff in the kitchen sink.

At some point, you stop fighting. Just sit, shake and wait til the horribleness passes.

Then go crackadog, blitz, chase your sister,  roll in a dirt pile, dry off on the bedsheets..anything goes to lose the feeling and pick up a right amount of filth again to feel normal.

So snow is awesome...but it can give you away!

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