okay so. this one time i was trying to give my dog a bath and i was alone. in this weird dogwashing station in an underground parking garage. my dog is not small, he weighs about 60 pounds and despite being a bassett hound (that is to say, a dog with small legs) he is pretty fast n crafty. so i'm down in this fuckin shady place with my dog and a nearly dead phone, no idea where my uncle and stepdad went, and this fucking dog. this dog figures out how to open the door to the weird little tub thing. ssso he keeps opening it with his nose, covered in soap and water, and sliding down the dog ramp thing u use to get them in and out of the tub. i keep trying to wash him and keep him in and he keeps fucking escaping and he hates baths so he sounds like im torturing him or something and whenever a person would pass by me (which was p seldomly) they would look at me like a dog abuser when in reality i was tryin to make this fuckin dog stop smelling like dirty feet. long story short i ended up walking around some place i didnt know covered in dog hair and dirty water with a wet dog that smelled like fritos and that special wet dog scent.