You might remember that I told you that whenever it's a cold night, my answer to the weather conditions is to dig holes in the ground and create some sort of dirt nests to keep my huge body warm.
This means that my human - or well, my human's dad - has to shower me at least once every couple of weeks. As you can see in the image, I have no issue with that, in fact I like it, it refreshes me and I get some attention, but I'm pretty sure that my washer doesn't share the same feeling.
