This weekend was all work and no play for me but that didn’t mean Princess Piggy Poo should have to suffer. Luckily, I had a delivery arrive in a big box so I made a tunnel and let her play in it while I proceeded about my business.
It’s as if Princess Piggy Poo had been liberated with this exciting new place to explore. If she thought the tunnel was fun, running out of the box and under the blue lounge chair was even more exhilarating. Tricky thing is—the middle part of the blue chair is barely off the ground—much like Princess Piggy Poo’s belly. I glanced over more than a few times to make sure she wasn’t stuck.
The only downside of Princess Piggy Poo’s box/blue chair adventure is that I left her out for quite a few hours and nature called. Because Princess Piggy Poo was in a tight place and not really that high off the ground herself, she was—how should we say—damp. So Princess Piggy Poo’s adventure ended and her nightmare began when I gave her a bath.
To be fair, it was a wet paper towel wipe down but it was Princess Piggy Poo’s first experience with moisture contacting a majority of her fur for the purpose of cleanliness. She squealed as if I was chopping off body parts instead of wiping her with expensive paper towels dampened with warm water. She doesn’t know it, but Princess Piggy Poo dodged a bullet when I didn’t go for the blow dryer but wiped and brushed her dry instead.
I must say, cleaned Princess Piggy Poo is even softer and fluffier—and I didn’t think that was possible. Princess Piggy Poo’s hell made her feel more heavenly.