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Sophie: A Bath

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Just about this time eight years ago, Tucker and I were living in the ghetto–or about as ghetto as Jonesboro, AR can get–and were enjoying the oblivion of working mindless jobs and chilling at the pool with various alcoholic drinks and friends.

Sophie was about four months old and would run around the pool and bark at us and it looked to me like she wanted to go for a swim.

I was wrong. So, so wrong. I traumatized poor Sophie with that impromptu swim and now the only water she’s interested in must either contain mud or fish poop, i.e., a river. She would prefer the water contain both.

Sophie the Pitbull before her bath

Sophie knows what's coming and is not happy.

Sophie the Pitbull in the bathtub

"Please don't do this."

Sophie the Pitbull being sprayed by Cara

The ultimate humiliation: allowing Cara to rinse her.

Sophie the Pitbull right after her bath

FREE! MUST RUB FACE IN BED AND ON PILLOWS!

Sophie the Pitbull wants to know why I'm ruining her fun with picture taking.

What?

Sophie the Pitbull worn out on Cara's bed after zooming.

Chilling on Cara's bed after zooming around the apartment.

Sophie the Pitbull napping after her bath.

Nap time after such an emotionally draining experience.

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