At the moment, dad is working on stripping our back deck. He uses paint stripper and usually I am not allowed outside to help him.
Last Saturday, he did not realise I was already outside when he went out to strip the next section, and had just coated the deck with paint stripper when I made a break for it and sprinted into the house. Well, I tried to run really fast but as you can see I got into a bit of trouble.
Dad chased me into the house and made mum hold me really tight and I have to have a BATH! I yelled the whole time. Dad said he had to get all the paint stripper off my paws and tail, and my pantaloons, so that my skin didn't get burned, and so I didn't lick my paws and get sick.
I tell you pups and kitties, I was not happy. Lucky I have my new toasty heated bed to make me feel better.