What a rigmarole it was to get Julian to take a bath. This was in the days long before the shower was common. Baths were filled with water by hand. Way back then, humans would bathe infrequently.
“Julian my dear,” said Scarlett, “you haven’t had a bath in two weeks and you’re starting to smell. I shall prepare the bath.”
Scarlett filled the bath with water; not too hot, not too cold. Julian liked the bath warm, but would not get in if the water was the wrong temperature.
“You’re such a fusspot,” said Scarlett. “In you get!”
Julian got in. “You’re a good dog,” said Scarlett.
Weave a Web 
This blog has really gone to the dogs…
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Sorry – I’ve been barking up the wrong tree.
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Howl you doin’ Bruce? I love this one!
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I’m still tired but doing ok. The cat meows and hits my face to get me up at three in the morning and I’m a bit of a wreck! This morning I thought, I’m going to write a fugue (at 3 a.m.) – my admiration for Bach went up considerably.
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3am huh? Maybe Bach’s cat did that to him also.
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She is one lucky dog owner – getting your dog to take a bath is an uphill battle most of the time. I’ve had experience with it!
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I’m fortunate in having farm troughs here and there – and I couldn’t keep the dog out of them (and the creek). Mind you he was a spaniel and muddy swamp is second nature!
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Thankfully, my dog is somewhat indifferent to bath time. He certainly doesn’t love it, but he likes the attention and extra treats and opportunity to rub a lot of wet dog hair into the carpet.
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It’s the shaking all over the wallpaper that gets me.
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