Today I was running around in my yard when I found a delectable pile of unknown smelly stuff. It was so magical and foreign that, naturally, I rolled in it (I would hardly be a dog if I hadn't) and it left a fist-sized clump of goo on my one side.
I don't much like baths.
They're too wet.
And then you come out of them so clean... and you smell like something ridiculous.
For example: luxurious lavender lady, or positively precious puffy puppy.
The only way I knew I could get out of my forced washing was by shooting my cleaner one of these looks:
And now, I am squeaky clean.
If your baths are forced upon you, you might as well enjoy them.