Nellie Bean struggled in Trixie's arms and said, “Want to p'yay, want to p'yay in the water with Daddy.”
Dan looked at Trixie and grimaced. “Don’t you dare laugh. I am not sure why I got this job. I never had dogs when I was growing up, and it is is your almost-twin’s dog! By rights you should be the one down here bathing Yorick.”
Trixie cheerfully responded. “But I am not the one that agreed to dog-sit while they are visiting in Arizona, or that took that pup tramping around in the preserve and gave her the chance to find a nice little baby to take care of and play with.
How many times have you bathed her so far?”
Dan shrugged. “I think about four times. Lather, rinse, and repeat. Etcetera, Etcetera, Etcetera. Now that you have gotten back from the store, I can bathe her in the tomato juice and maybe she will finally stop smelling quite so much like skunk.”
Trixie laughed. “It really is too bad that Mart isn’t here. I would have loved to have seen him trying to get Yorick to drop the skunk kit before the real mama showed up. I swear, it really looked like Yorick thought she finally had a puppy to take care of.
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