Leaving aside how much I enjoyed the chapter for a moment, clearly someone owns a dog! I really enjoyed the bath scene because my dog was a complete drama queen who thought baths were a Gestapo torture technique and, like Mr Bojangles, he felt it was his duty to get everyone as wet as he was.
His sister on the other hand would go into a catatonic trance and be led upstairs like a trip to the gallows. She'd stand stock still until all the shampooing and rinsing was finished and then she'd start to flail about and scream blue murder. It was like the towelling down was the worst part.
And then she would find the nearest fox droppings to roll in unless we kept her in until the trauma had passed.
