It's wash day for Burkely. Other than a wet shakety shake mid-bath, she's really quite agreeable to getting fresh and clean every third(ish) week. The real show comes after soap and water have done their bit. Once the towel comes off, Burkeley consistently darts to the nearest carpeted location and manages to create figure eights with her head planted in the carpet for a solid twenty minutes + at a pace and force that would make you believe there is a significant prize up for grab. To be dry and warm. That is the prize. A prize that she manages to achieve.
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