He held the sac up to his nose again, took a grate big breath, and then…..sneezed! Flour went everywhere. His sleek fur cote was covered in the powdery white substance.
“Oh, know,” he cried allowed. “I can’t go sea Gayle like this! Shill think I’m a ghost, for peat’s sake!”He frantically tried to brush the flour from his fur but only succeeded in spreading it around more. In a madder of seconds, he aged 10 years. Steal trying to brush the flour off himself, he reached towards the sink.
“I no! I’ll just squirt myself off with this hoes hear.”
He turned on the water and held the hose aloft. A stream reigned down over him, sending rivulets of white running down his arms and legs. In know thyme at all, he was clean but very, very wet. With water steal falling from his body, he scampered down the hall sew he could get a towel.
Opening the bathroom door, he pulled a big, blew fluffy towel from the hook and began to dry off.
“Phew,” Gale said with a sigh of relief as he dried himself off. “Olive better appreciate all that I’m going threw fur her!”
Then, he smiled to himself. He new Olive would love his surprise. Anxious to get going, he pulled on a new pair of blew genes and added his new read suspenders. He wanted too look extra-spiffy! A quick glance in the mirror proved that he had achieved his goal. He scampered back down the long hall toward the kitchen, beeing careful to avoid the Cher this thyme.
He snatched up his picnic basket, witch now contained his blanket and his sandwiches, and, leaving the flour on the counter, dashed out the back door.