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Tuesday, 12 June 2012

Splish Splash, He Was Taking a Bath

Posted on 15:11 by Unknown
The other day (or maybe it was "long about a Saturday night"), Jerry was splishing and splashing in the tub. Really, he was splishing and splashing in the shower, but that's not the point. Dudo likes to keep him company. The bathroom door was open and, as I walked by, I spotted Dudo up on the counter with something dangling from between his teeth. I saw that it was the rubber drain plug hanging at the end of its chain. I watched Dudo carefully maneuver the rubber plug over to the drain in the sink.

TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW IT WORKS.

GETTING THE HANG OF IT.

Once Dudo had the drain plug positioned, he turned on both taps, adjusted the temperature, filled the sink with water, and stepped in for a bath. 

A PERFECT FIT.

I may have exaggerated (well... lied) about Dudo getting the drain plug into position. I also may have exaggerated (well... lied) about him filling the sink with water — his little paws haven't been able to manage the faucets just yet (although he has tried). But he did step in and give himself a bath.


NO BUBBLES. NO SOAPY TASTE.

"A LITTLE PRIVACY, PLEASE!"


"SPLISH SPLASH" IS ONE OF JERRY'S FAVORITE VIDEO GAMES IN VEGAS.
I HOPE I'M NOT STIRRING ANYTHING UP. HE'S BEEN SO WELL-BEHAVED..  
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