… and because you’re a spoilt brat!)
I presumed that from the under-the-table position and general hang-dog air you’re giving off.
Well I AM sulking.
Despite the treats?
Hmmph! Don’t know why you had to bath me.
Because, Daisy-bella, if you will insist on rolling in dirt, sand, grass and smelly stuff and are the grey colour of white sheets not washed in Daz and then want to share my bed, you need to be cleaned up.
Still don’t like it. And you trimmed my face …
Want another treat?
You look gorgeous when you’re clean and fluffy and I can see your eyes …
You’ll have to come out from under the table …
No licking/No licking.
🙂 🙂 🙂