Where do I sign my paw print for NO MORE BIDDIE BATHS. When I was nuttin but a pupster, my Mom tried that mess on me at home. I fought her with every ounce of strength I have and I am a pretty strong girl. So then she says that she was going to get inta the tubbie with me to show me it was OKAY. Sheeez, all that did was give me some nice pink flesh to sink my nails inta as I sprung for freedom. She don't try to give me biddie baths at home no more. Ha. Now I go to Benji's Barking Lot where my own personal groomer, Cathy, takes care of every thing to make me the raving beauty that I am. Not that I have changed my mind about biddie baths or anything, but I do have to admit that I come out of The Lot looking and smelling pretty good. Then Mom plasters her nose in my fur saying how she loves the way I smell. That's the worstest part. Her plastering her face in my fur.