After a walk in the melting piles of gritty gray snow, if you're low-slung, you come back icky, which makes it not so good for a winter snuggle up -- the remedy is a , oh bow-wow, grr, -- bath. Worse, there's getting dry again, from the, woof, grr, bow-wow, ruff -- hair dryer. It's enough to exhaust even the relentless, tough, Pembroke Welsh Corgi. But you get treats afterward, and you can run all through the house searching for your lost smell. The humans seem to like it when this has happened, but they have absolutely no sense of smell and less good taste about it!
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