I had a bath on Sunday after our hike.

I do not like baths.

It's not because I don't like water. I love water. I love puddles, creeks, lakes, rivers, any body of water, small or large, draws me in. I love to bite it, eat it, lay in it, roll in it.

Water and I, we're cool.

So why don't I like baths?

Because I come out all fluffy. Soft. Pretty-smelling.

And that, my dear readers, makes it impossible for the human to resist petting and hugging me.

The past few days?

Hell.

Torture.

Days filled with "puppy hugs". Random touching. Sniffing of my fur. Exclamations of "ohhhhhhh you are soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo cute".

You'd hate baths too if that's what happened after them.