Yesterday was a very very sad day because a certain hound dog (ME!) didn’t get to go to the P-A-R-K. I whined and ran in circles and even knocked the kibble out of my dish, but Alpha Dad wouldn’t take me. He tried to explain why I couldn’t go, and it had something to do with a funny-sounding word: “fur-tilizer.”
Today, Alpha Dad agreed to take me to the P-A-R-K. As soon as I put my paws in the grass, I could see what he was talking about. Fur-tilizer looks like cat excrement but it smells even yuckier. I tried to roll in it, but I didn’t like the way it felt on my fur. When I was done playing with the other bassets, I was really stinky- and not in a good way.
Here’s the worst part: when I got home, Alpha Dad gave me a bath! He said that playing in fur-tilizer isn’t good for dogs or people and that it could make me sick. The only thing worse than a bath is going to the vet, so I didn’t put up too much fuss when he poured half a bottle of “Soothing Lavender Lilac” shampoo on my back. Even my tail got a good scrubbing. I was cold and wet all day.
I hope that they never put fur-tilizer on the grass at the P-A-R-K ever again. I don’t want to have to endure a bath after every trip to the P-A-R-K! Weeds have never bothered me, but fur-tilizer sure does.