Had my bath on Saturday afternoon. Realised what was going on and stayed well away from the bathroom, but T and P started playing with my favourite squeaky ball and I couldn’t let that go on without me. It didn’t strike me at the time that they just happened to be playing outside the bathroom door. As soon as I joined in the game they grabbed me and led me into the torture chamber aka the bathroom. The instrument of torture had been prepared and next thing I knew my collar was off and I was in what T and P refer to as the bath but I call the tub of doom.
I tried to explain that I was allergic to baths but they wouldn’t listen. The situation was eased a little by P feeding me treats during the whole terrifying experience, never too frightened to eat. It was over quite quickly though they made me stand in the tub of doom for 5 minutes covered in lather; apparently that’s what it said on the bottle. T’s never been one to follow instructions before, particularly anything P says, so why she had to this time I don’t know.
Slept for the rest of the afternoon, I was completely exhausted after my ordeal. T was too occupied with cleaning the torture chamber after my trial in the tub of doom to bother me. I’d managed to make a mess and cover them both in water by shaking whilst in the tub of doom and covered in lather and then again when I was out and still very wet. There has to be some compensation for the victim.
I‘m not going to get caught out again, they may think they are clever but I won’t forget such treatment in a hurry. They’ll get what they deserve for this, every dog has his day.
