My lovely golden retriever Dylan decided to come and have a bath with me last night! He normally comes and sleeps on the floor when Im having a soak, but not this time....
I heard him running up the stairs, he flew into the bathroom and before I could stop him straight into the bath with me. Cue water all over the floor and dh running up the stairs thinking I had drowned because of all the water coming through the celling (as if me screaming didn't make it clear that I wasn't dead) and possibly the happiest retriever in the world covered in bubbles, tail wagging, chewing on the rubber duck in the bath with me... Well at least it not boring around here!
What have your little shitbags angels been upto recently?