Wet Dog


Like hot milk and Ron Burgendy, a loud faucet and a scared little dog don’t mix too well. Bonnie’s expression post-bath– a blank stare that whimpers both “Save me Dad” and “I want to bite your arm”, is quite the look.

Like any animal you throw into a tub of running water, once dry, she ran full speed through the house like a tasered cat. Pure adrenaline, mixed with the joy of survival and freedom from the bath, simply can’t be contained.


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