Pie.

Since Frank and I are hosting Thanksgiving dinner, it is highly important that all asses are washed for the company.  That includes our dog, Rudy.  We like to bathe her outside in the summer because she attacks and fights with the hose and it amuses us.  Then, all you have to do, is throw some dog soap at her, and viola! she smells purty.

We ran out of dog soap, so I asked Frank to swing by and pick up a bottle on his way home from work.  Usually, I get her the Vanilla Oatmeal scent, because it's not floral, and not fruity.  She is neither of these, so why would I make her smell like it?

So, Frank rolled in with the soap, proudly displaying it like a 7 year old would display his baseball trophy.

And it's boysenberry.

And now Rudy smells like pie.

Washing Rudy to This:

Cherry Pie - Warrant