Me Wife: Simon stinks.
Me: Yep.
Me Wife: <that look>
Me: OK. I'll give him a bath later today.
[Later Today]
Me: Simon. Come here, boy. <Me trying to get Simon to join me on patio>
Simon: OK. I'm coming! Stop yelling my name.
Me: <Pulling out Furminator>
1/2
2/2
Simon: This feels really good. Why do I always put up a fuss?
Me: <After removing a pound of fur> OK, Boy. It's time for a bath.
Simon: WTF! Where's my lawyer's #?
Me: <After wetting his fur and and adding shampoo>
Simon: Why didn't you tell me I'd get a massage?
@jenminicooper@gtconway3d Thank you. Simon (pictured) lost his brother in Nov. 2021. Gone too soon. Simon will be 12 this June. He's slowed down but is as amusing and sweet as ever.