A sullied post-park Ribsy listens for it.
That one word in his vocabulary which sends shivers racing through his spine.
"Ribsy let's go take a BATH."
In a flash he is off, scurrying upstairs to the safety of the bed. There he plops his bum down, curls up into a tight ball, and summoning all his strength, renders himself so heavy that he believes he is unable to be picked up.
Got to love dog logic, Girl chuckles, as she cradles one hand around Ribsy's hindquarters, and places the second on his chest, carefully peeling him off the bed like Velcro.
Darn, thinks Ribsy, not heavy enough this time, as he's whisked away to the dreaded shower.
