Dad and I started the morning off great. Dad called me onto his bed and gave me pets. We played a little. Then Dad started to get up. I jumped down and licked Dad’s right foot. It was kind of weird, but I know he likes kisses. Dad went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Dad likes water. I don’t know why, but he does this every morning. I stood in the doorway smiling as I watched him. Then Dad took off my collar. I was concerned, but trusted him. Dad told me to get into the bathtub…But there was water in there. Then Dad picked me up, my legs stuck out straight, looking for something to aide in my resistance. My feet slid frantically around the base of the tub. Then I stood, defeated. Dad poured water over me, then got me all messy with soap, the poured water over me to rinse the soap off. Talk about pointless. I don’t know why humans like this sort of thing or why they think dogs should too, but I work hard for my stink and no human has the right to take it away from me.