You have no idea how dirty it is inside the typist’s fanny pack where I ride. I think she stores dirt in there in case she needs to bury someone quickly.
So I got dirty. I needed a bath.
I inspected the sink. It’s almost as dirty as the inside of the fanny pack. The typist swears it’s clean, just “stained” and has a pattern. Riiiiiiiiiiiiight.
Maybe she was right; I got clean in the bubble bath.
I got to do the backstroke too.
When I got out of the bath, the typist helped me floof up my feathers. Ta da! I felt much better.
I think I like taking a bubble bath. I don’t even have to wear my lifevest in there.
George, honestly… mummy laughs SO much at your posts. She wants you to marry Baby Duck so you can live here.
I loved this post, and George, i am glad you are clean. You are one cool duckie.
U iz a berry gud swimmer. Luv da shot of you doing da back stroke!
Ah,George! What a great story. Loved you checking out the sink,& then doing the backstroke!…snicker…
Flufflebum and Rumblepurr – Um thank you. I'm not sure I'm the marrying type of duck, though.
Susan – Thank you. It does feel much nicer to be clean.
Boris – Can you do the back stroke too?
flicka47 – *ignores the snicker* Well I have learned to swim a lot better recently.