|Life is So Hard When You Can't Find Your Ball|
MOM: Ok, Milo, it's BATH TIME. Hop in the tub.
MILO: I don't think so, Mom.
MOM: Let's go, it's time to take a bath.
MILO: I don't need one, Mom.
MOM: Yes, you do, Milo. You stink!
MILO: Hey, do I say things like that about you?
MOM: Well, you DO stink. Your beard smells like some farm animals gave birth in there.
MILO: You do have a point, Mom. You should smell it from where I am.
MOM: So? In the tub!
MILO: I can live with the beard, Mom.
MOM: Yeah? Well I can't. And what about your rear legs? You think crusty, yellow inner thighs is part of the Standard for a Bouvier?
MILO: I can't help it. My aim isn't too good.
MOM: Work on it. Meantime, GET IN THE TUB!
MILO: I don't wanna!
MOM: Milo, there are science experiments growing between your foot pads. YOU NEED A BATH, NOW!!!
MILO: I think I'll just go take a little lie down on the other side of the room...next to Dad. He'll protect me. Dad, help! Mom wants to get me all wet and make me look like a nerd!
MOM: Milo...if you get in the tub we can play ball afterwards.
MILO: Huh? Ball? Really? Hmmmm. Maybe I should re-think this. Can I shake off all over the walls and the good furniture after the bath, too?
MILO: And can I race around the house like a maniac and you won't yell at me?
MOM: Yep. You can bark wildly and act like a total nutcase.
MILO: And can I....jump on your bed all dripping wet and run all over it and lay on your pillow and wipe my face on your...
MOM: Don't push your luck, Milo. Get in the tub.
Milo jumps in the tub, gets his bath, totally soaks Mom, shakes off all over the furniture, runs around the house like a maniac leaving water where ever he goes, finds his tennis ball.....and with it, of course, jumps on the bed dripping wet.
What? You expected otherwise?
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