Once again...just when I get to rollin' in somethin' soooooo great smellin' in the backyard, I get mama-handled into the laundry room sink. Water and soap flying everywhere. The ONLY thing good about it is the fluffy towel mama dries me off with and then puts it on the floor for me to roll and scoot on. Then she takes all our bedding up and puts them in a big machine thing next to where she washes me, and we don't have our beds to lay in for what seems like hours and hours. Then when they come back, they don't have that good aroma like they used to...hummph! I'm gonna hide 'cause I know that dryer thing can't be far away in my future. Later!