I really hate taking a bath.  About once a month, though, Elise insists.  She butters me up first by taking me to the dog park for at least an hour, and letting me get as dirty as I want.  Then she brings me to the dog wash by the park, and I know what's coming.  I tried to stand my ground today, but she had someone help her lift me into the tub.  It's not that bad, but I hate being stuck in the tub.  This is my "I'm not amused" face I gave her, after she soaped me up.  I will admit that I smell a lot better now, though.