Stinky Ole’ Me

Think of it like a spa day.
—Elite Daily

Lil’ Toot here. It started like This. Mom and I were meandering about to give Me some Time to find that perfect Spot. I think You get the drift. I sniffed. I searched. I rambled about. Someone went by and Honked a Greeting. At that moment? I found My Spot, and promptly rubbed My head and Side in the Perfumed Grass. Ah, the aroma of Stench. Score one for The Toot! Living unstuck.

Mom usually has an Eagle Eye on Me as We wander, for I have done this Before. A Firm grip on the Leash is good, but She was distracted. Next, a thorough Bath to get Me back to My Sweet Doggy Smell. (Personally, I thought I was doing quite well.) As persuasion, Mom actually said “a Spa Day” to Me. At first? I was all for it. But then . . . Not living unstuck.

I’m curious: Do You like to be All Scented Up? Or do You prefer Sweat and Grit? I say: There’s a time and a Place for Everything. I Protested mightily. No luck. I’m back to My Regular Scent . . . but not for Long. Tail wags. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#doggy-spa-day