Lady said I was a dirty boy and shedding like crazy. Time for a bath. Oh, joy. Although I take it like a dog, I do not relish having a bath. I stand still, I shake on demand, and tolerate the towel, but then I am outta here! I do my after-bath dance, tearing through the house like a wet dog after a bath! I put my head down on the carpet and spin in circles trying to get dry and scratch myself at the same time. I scatter every rug in the house, and spread dog hair from here to there. But I am clean. Then, I search for a sunbeam in which to bask and rest.