It’s been a day, already. Mom woke up at 5a.m. You know what that means, I have been awake since 5a.m. too. When she finally decides to crawl out of bed and fix us some sausage and eggs, I’m reluctant to move. So, I don’t move, or I barely move. I have a happy tail, very happy, I tip over slightly, show my belly, curl my front paws all submissive and stuff, and wait. Mama’s a pretty quick learner, I’ve trained her well, she pets my tummy.
SHE partakes of sausage and eggs. George and I didn’t get one bite of her delectable breakfast, something about butter and cream. I really worked it, puppy dog eyes and all. I didn’t beg, but it sure was tempting.
Next, I’m sitting on my haunches on our sofa, minding my business, mom leans over and whispers, “Maggie Rose, let’s go get a shower.” I fall over like a dead tree in the woods, splat. I can’t believe she deprived me of high fat sausage and eggs, and now she wants me in the shower. I peek up at her with pretty brown eyes, she’s not fooled, and she’s having no mercy. She is laughing, however, at my antics. I tried, really I did, I worked drama the best way I knew how. It was too early to get wet and sudsy. But now? Now I’m fresh as a floral mountain meadow in springtime.
Hurry home mom, I miss you.
Maggie Rose the Clean Schnauzer 
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