"We are going to have another kind of celebration...a clean white dogs spa day! Yes, I know you went to the groomer on Friday but your sisters and YoYoMa are in desperate need of a bath and dad is itching to try out the new puppy blow dryer he got."
"Hey, we weren't doing nothing, don't drag us into this" moaned YoYoMa. "Yeah, how come WD complains and WE get baths?" Nuka yipped. Only Puff seemed amiable. "A warm bath and blow fluff sounds like it might feel good," she opined. Every one turned and looked at Quinn.
"Don't any of you even think of giving TOWD a hard time. You all know he is still getting adjusted to his new meds. HIS bath will come in due time." I said.
"And WD, if you so want to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, I will gladly do what they do in Chicago, where Dad and I came from. I'll tint the bath water green so you can bathe in Irish splendor." "Ummm, like you said I was just groomed and we Spitzes are German and green is not my palette and..." "Calm down, Little One, I was just joking. I would never do anything to change your natural beauty."
"Now for the rest of you, let's line up so that we can uncover the brilliant white floof meisters I know arehiding under all of that
The White Dog Army officially returns March to the rest of the world for a Happy St. Patrick's Day and a glorious March Madness and such.