We’ve had the best blow-up bath -so good that when it developed a cat-claw sized hole (and then proceeded to fill up with water on the inside that wouldn’t come out and started to go all stagnent) we went back to the same company and ordered a replacement. Except that they were out of their standard model and forced us to upgrade to their ‘deluxe’ -which was the same exact size but had ducks on it (instead of little dinosaurs) and a blow up duck and ring toss thing on the sides.
When I took Gus in for bath tonight, Charles said, “I wonder if he’ll notice that it’s changed.” And when I put him down in the water he sat still and slowly reached out and touched the duck’s bill with his finger. He then half-heartedly splashed a bit before he turned, stood up and started crying to be lifted out.
We see a harmless, fun bath…
Gus sees eeeeeevil duck.