To my darling dog, O'Riley:
I knew you wanted a bath yesterday when you were sitting in the tub staring at me with that WTF look. I'm sorry I had to go to work, and today I just didn't think about it. However, going outside and rolling in the grass over a dead, half decayed cat over and over and over again is completely unacceptable!
Yes, you got your damn bath, you mangy mutt, but there better ways to go about getting what you want.
Even better, my hubby has informed me that I am officially crazy because I have now taken up writing letters to the dog.
*sigh*
It is what it is.
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I talk to mine, but haven't written letters.... yet.
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