Gunker noted that My Bologna was like velcro - coming back from his romps covered in leaves, branches, and mud. Considering that My Bologna was in the lake and rolling around in God knows what, one of our first orders of business upon our return was to give that dog a bath.
Dexy excitedly reported to me that, "My Bologna went monkey crazy after his bath! He was running back and forth and rolling all around on the floor!" "That's how he dries himself off," I explained.
My Bologna is now a fluffy, shiny, oatmeal-shampoo-smelling, clean to the core little guy.
