In order to bribe my Mom to buy me anything my miniscule black heart desires at Trader Joe's, I decided to help give Yorktown, the ancient family basset hound, a much needed bath.
He stood with his legs locked like this for a good 5 minutes of coaxing, then we dragged him.
He hopped into the tub as commanded, but made sure to pout about it.
I'm all smiles as I perform what looks to be the Vulcan Death Grip on Yorktown to keep him from fleeing, coated in suds.
Pitiful Escape Attempt # 7.
Toweling off with Egyptian Cotton bath sheets. Only the best for Yorky.