Gabby does NOT look happy.
She's not happy here.
Gabby here. We were outside playing while Mom was working in the garden, doing her garden stuff. I'm the good girl of the pack. I stay close. I am usually pretty calm. I stay out of trouble.
Yesterday, I went a little farther than usual and found a treasure!!! Something died and it smelled soooooooooooo good. I had to check it out.
I sniffed it. I rolled all over it. I peed on it. I had to make it a part of me!
I went back to Mom to tell her about the treasure and she made this awful yucky face! What the heck?
She went on to say that I had to have a bath! Outside! In the cold water! Apparently she did NOT want that smell in the house.
So, here I am, much to my embarrassment, being hosed down in the yard, covered in suds. Mom made these weird wretching sounds from time to time. I stood there and looked grumpy.
Finally, she was done and I could go in the house with the rest of the pack. She was happy again. I no longer smelled good like my treasure (bummer) but at least all was back to normal.
Maybe next time I find something tantalizing, I should resist. Probably not.
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