Time for a 'Buddle' Bath

Due to being generally honking from the farm and being covered in his own sick, Buddy resembled a dodgy under-ager drinking cider at the Cenotaph on a Friday night when we first got him, so we bathed him as soon as we got him home. Eight days have passed since then and due to the Philadelphia cheese stuck on his ear (don't ask) we decided it time for a buddle bath for the pup. Let's just say it was not his favourite experience in the world. The Barlotte and The Boy were desperate to see him having his bath and were quite stunned to see how rat-like he is when his mighty fluff has been soaked. Once the 'fun' of bathtime was over, we brought him down for his blow dry. Again, there were other things in the world that Budweiser would rather be doing (you know, things like eating sausages, absconding from the garden through a hole in the fence and licking the plates in the dishwasher) but after his shampoo and set, he looked just dandio once again. He's still not come out of the corner though...


Buddy Boy Bingo gets a bath and loses all dignity and then suffers the humiliation of getting a blow dry. And no, I didn't ask him where he was going on holiday or if he was going out tonight...