How many times have I turned this puppy over to wash its bottom?
A few, anyhow.
Turns out the face is on the bottom.
I love bath time!
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It obviously likes its bottom washed.
Barbara – Let’s not go there . . .
Um, unless I’m missing something, that’s not its bottom but its handle. That space under the smile like a panting tongue makes the “puppy” term especially apropos.
Laurna – Not missing anything: it is the handle. But I only see its underside when the pan is bottoms up.