See? I'm quite capable of doing my own washing!
Angel is doing one of her famous Sulks.
It will probably only last until such time as a gravy bone is on offer, but in the meantime she'd like it to be known that she is not amused after having had yet another bath inflicted on her.
As if we haven't been getting wet enough already with the return of the rain.
She found something really fragrant to roll in, and made the most of it: not content with using the emergency dog wipes to remove it, the Madwoman (who is far too nasally challenged to appreciate sophisticated aromas) then plonked her in the bath too when we got home.
Angel's fur has now gone all fluffy and she can't do a thing with it.
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