I'd been avoiding giving her a bath for a couple months now with the bad weather. But she'd gotten just a little too ripe for us to handle.
So I grabbed a cookie and said "Come on, it's bathtime, Stinky!"
I gave her half the cookie and threw the other half at the end of the tub. Eventually she wanted the cookie bad enough to jump in the tub where I could trap her until I could get her squeeky clean.
After a thorough washing, I let her out. She ran around the house, shaking water droplets everywhere. Cleaning up after bathtime is the worst part.
I layed a towel over in her corner and she went over there and settled down to pout.
Poor baby. Life is just so rough.