Dear Readers, Blake smells! I know you find this hard to believe - he is a poodle after all. Due to the surgical removal of one of his toys (see previous blog entries for details), he could not be groomed. Unlike Baron, who, believe it or not, prefers to walk around mud puddles, Blake jumps into them! Blake's faithful servant (that would be me) had no choice but to bravely bathe him, despite Master's entreaties not to. It was a beautiful day - 85 degrees and sunny. When Master returned home from work, he wondered why Blake was dripping wet. I simply told him there was a freak shower and Blake was caught in it. Alls well that ends well. Botswain
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