And here I thought childhood would be carefree; Go where you want, play what you want, roll in what you want. Turns out Life has a way of throwing cold water in your face. And shampoo.
I Feel Like a Washout
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Aww. But he color-coordinates with the bathmat and shower curtain….
Sadly wised up.
Poor baby looks so sad 😞
That water better not be cold!
Poor puppers!