Rosa of the Bathervilles

According to legend.... (Warning: The following involves a graphic description of a bath. Sensitive readers are reccomended to go read a cheerier post:)).
Many years ago, in a valley deep in the mountains of Switzerland, there lived a Bernese Mountain Dog named Rosa.  Rosa lived with a semi- dysfunctional  English ex-pat family called the Bathervilles.  Rosa was a sweet and charming dog who looked a little like this. 

One day, they decided that Rosa's own sweet, charming scent was obnoxious. Insanity did tend to run in the family. They realized that there was a solution to this.  They would douse her with water, rub her with sweet milk and Rose scented shampoo, and then she would smell "good". 

They bathed Rosa, and overnight, she morphed into this:

only scarier. The moral of the story: As you value your life, do not go out on the Moors at night bathe your Bernese Mountain Dog.

Hint, hint, Tigger and Daddy, hint, hint. 

XOXO,

Rosie

Do you think the Dept. of Transportation will give me a license?

So, this morning I was cruelly bathed. Tigger and Owl tricked me! Tigger took me to the post office and as we were out, Owl set up the bath stuff. We got back home and I jumped out of the car and was confronted with the bath tub. Never one to let the grass grow under my feet, I tried to turn and head inside. I was foiled by the human on the other end of the leash. So I turned around and jumped into the front seat of the car. I look so cute sitting there, that I think that the department of transportation should give me a license! Well, and then I could drive off and escape from the bath!


WWFN,

Rosie the wet

Might be a little hard to reach the brake though.