… mind you, I would not give up my boys for anything. But I had to bathe Franklin today after he had a bath a week ago.
His ears collected that much wax, and at two years old, he still hasn’t figured out how to NOT poop on his webbed paws and bring it upstairs with a bunch of litter.
His bath was not too traumatic, but I guarantee I am bleeding on my shoulders and back from him trying to not get in the water.
Oh; and I trimmed his nails after this.
You have been warned…