I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges and no, I will not take a bath!
Me: If not a bath, how about a puppy pool swim. It’s still hot outside. It will feel good.
Stella: Nope. I refuse to get my toes wet. Wet toes are unhappy toes.
Miss Sweetie: Do it, Aunt Stella! Look at me! I love the water in the little pool. I can stomp around. I can lie down. I can roll over. And all the dirt comes off.
Me: Well, maybe not ALL the dirt. But some, yes.
Stella: No. No. No. Water is for drinking, not wallowing in.
Miss Sweetie: I am a greater wallower. Watch me wallow.
Me: In the olden days, Saturday night baths were a big tradition among the humans. Water had to be drawn by hand from wells or creeks and the water had to be heated on the stove and it took so much work that the whole family might share the bathwater.
Me: I understand how important your feet are to you, Stella, but it is a super warm day and the water could feel good.
Stella: And how good will it feel when I get out of the pool and onto the dirty, dirty ground, and my wet, wet feet pick up the dirty, dirty dirt? And how will you feel when my dirty, dirty, wet, wet feet walk into the house, tracking the dirty dirt?
Me: I never thought of it that way. I mean, I think about tracking on rainy, muddy days, but I never thought about the pool causing a problem. Of course, there’s always the mop and the broom.
Stella and Miss Sweetie: NOOOO!!!!!
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