A few mornings ago, Mom was in the rainbox with the rain turned on. I walked up to the door and Mom invited me inside. I walked right in. What was I thinking?
Of course, Mom then closed the door behind me and pulled out the puppy shampoo. SIGH
I’d rather not think about the next several minutes, but I was finally released from the wet. And then, of course, the camera came out.
Oh no, not again.
If I can’t see you, you can’t see me, right?
Ah, a towel. At least I can get rid of some of the wet.
Are you still there?
I’m ignoring you.
It’s not working, is it?
Oh, yay, another towel.
I just need to get it positioned correctly.
A pull here…a tuck there…
What do you think, BJ?
Go away. I’m busy.
Hey, the carpet makes an okay towel, too.
Well, that helped some. At least I’m not quite so stringy looking.
Okay, I’m finished drying. Go away now.
Why are you following me?
Look, I’m going downstairs. You stay here.
You’re not here. There is no camera.
Even Peaches is staring.
Ignore, ignore, ignore…
This is so embarrassing.
Hey, this is nice, even if the girls are laughing at me.
A little to the right, please, Mom.
Yeah, that’s good.
And – voila! – I’m fluffy again.
I’m really not sure what caused me to accept Mom’s invitation into the rainbox. I think I’ll just plead temporary insanity and try to remember to stay out of the rainbox when it’s raining inside. Or maybe I’ll eat the camera…
–Sergei
P.S. Please don’t tell anyone about this post; the less people who see me in my bedraggled, post-rainbox state, the better.
