It was the usual torture... They wet you down, soap you up and then rinse you off.
I've recently discovered though, that I am finally tall enough to jump out of the tub. So, I like to keep her on her toes and when she reaches for the shampoo or the cloth I try to make my escape.
But, she always foils my attempts by closing the bathroom door...
Still not tall enough to operate a door handle...
On the upside, my human has recently discovered a way to make the drying process more enjoyable.
The key ingredient in this method is....
My favourite treat.
She's made the previously unejoyable, torturous towel off into a game. A game which I love.
She throws the towel over me, breaks a Liver Krisp into pieces and hides it under the towel. While I snuffle about, she dries me off.
We both get what we want out of the process. She gets a dry puppy and I get lots of treats. It's a win-win situation.