So, Mom did one of those AI things, telling it to do a rat terrier/Jack Russell mix. Not bad, huh? But she forgot the daschund part of me. And the freckles, BOL!
So, since it's still my birthday month, I get to do the poem again. Hope you like it!
My Emotional Support Baby by Chia
It was bathtime again, I hate it so much!
I shake and I fight and don't want to be touched!
Mom got me a baby to help me to cope.
I settled down even when covered with soap.
I think this might work! But do I have to share
My food or my bed or the comb for my hair?
I think this will work; I can lick his small hands.
And play with his toes. Oh! I've got some fun plans!
I hope you like my poem. *whole body wags* But I still don't think I would like getting my bath.
I am so thankful I don't have to get a bath very often like Xena, who gets one every weekend. She told me she is almost human; she has hair and skin like people, and, like people, has to get washed up lots more often than me with my dog hair. Hmph. I'll take my dog hair any old day if it means fewer baths!
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