|I’m all clean and bright and shiny . . .|
I brought Jager into the office yesterday and was reminded that it’s been, oh I dunno, maybe a few months since he was last there.
Did you get a new dog? I was asked more than a couple of times. Or just as shaming – poor Jager. Did she let you out of the basement for a day?
Somewhat guilt ridden, I will attempt to redeem myself by highlighting the spotted dog on today’s WW post. But will now trump that redemption by having a little fun at his expense.
Jager does not have a good relationship with water. He acts like bath time involves boiling acid.
And our trip to Myrtle Beach was fraught with such peril along the seashore.
That poor dog.
Don't worry, Jager…I hate the water too!
Ah, Oz, Jager says you two are brothers in terrier. He says water might just wash away the awesome. Best to be avoided.