I gave Napoleon a bath tonight, partially because he loves them and partially to fend off the Summer Shedstorm that occurs around this time, coating everything in my apartment with a light dusting of Jack Russell. That’s gross, and I won’t have it!
He seriously loves baths, though. He gets more excited when I say the word ‘bath’ than he does when I say the word ‘walk’ or even ‘treat’. Whilst in the tub, he drinks from the faucet and slaps the bathwater up with his paws so he can snap droplets out of the air, typically drinking so much water that I need to take him outside approximately every ten minutes after bathtime is done.
It’s SO DAMN CUTE though.
Now that he’s out of the bathtub waterpark, it’s apparently time for the Napoleonapolis 500, as he’s tearing around my apartment at top speed. I bet the downstairs neighbors just love ME.
…Time to go outside again.