Puppy bath time.

Www.the adventures of Gryff... Well as you have probably gathered I am in the process of finding adoptive two legs for the pups.  The troll says her indoors makes them walk on hot coals to pass for consideration but Theia and ME, well I think we are worse. Two legs are funny creatures at the best of times, well we think so. Take this morning for instance. Normal 2am session chasing around sorting out the midnight feast,  then breakfast, then elevenses. Now her indoors decided that it was time the boys had a bath. Personally I see nothing wrong with a bit of rice pud or what ever in the fur. Just means that afters is catered for later on. Anyway, she wash dried and ironed the two boys and off they went to their rug and crashed. Meanwhile the Troll decides to do the elevenses to help out. Guess what..... Soggy rusk, puppy milk and scrambled egg.  I think if you asked me to put together a stickier, messier  more throw around kind of meal I would be hard put to beat it. Anyway in her indoors absence the bowls went down the pups woke up and chaos ensued! When she came back in the kitchen it was all over the cooker door, the pedal bin, the pups, ALL FOUR OF THEM,  the floor up the wall tiles.... Infact I would be hard put to tell you where it wasn't. Her face was a picture. The two lovely clean black dog pups were now punk rockers. Bits of fur were spiking up every where. It was on their ears , their backs, their tails. They were sticky , and Chinese boxing with gunged up paws.  Infact she had totally wasted her time with the old soap suds. Good old Troll, knew I could rely on him! So as usual it comes back to Theia and me to decide  who is a responsible  and acceptable ...... Where are those hot coals again??? Cool runnings Gryff