To borrow a phrase from the wonderful Paul Harvey, Spud the mud puppy saga continued…
When we left, Spud, our hero (or villain, depending on how you look at it) was being hauled off to the shower.
He had a real good time playing in the mud and now came the time to pay the piper.
The alien dog has met his come-uppence… Momma has the water turned on and she is moving in with the shampoo. He is helpless to act. It is a bath or being shut up for the night instead of cuddling in the nice warm, soft bed.
Not the welcome home that the “alien” mud puppy expected… Just when he got to smelling really good to himself, Mom is gonna wash that good smelling ‘mud con cow poop’ smell off him. She just didn’t appreciate all the trouble he had gone to to get the filth and smell just right.
The question remains… Why does Spud, the pup that gets out and swims around in the ponds biting at the bubbles so not likes getting a bath?