Today I was planning to bring you artistic photos of myself in the bath. You know, bubbles posed strategically, me looking happy, wet fur pressed to my skin, avocado shampoo being applied…
But mom’s camera is ailing. She THINKS it’s just the digital card (and she has a NEW camera that she SHOULD use when documenting all of my golden moments) and that it SHOULD be fixed asap.
So no bathing beauty shots of me. Just as well I guess. I was fully funk-a-delic and had a lovely layer of crust (that I carefully cultivated at the dog park and other places around town) that needed serious removal via bubble-filled shower.
Love,
Bogart
