So, last night, after "Mud-Fest '08", Diva needed a bath.
Hubster hosed her down in the backyard, but she STUNK to high heaven.
So, I dragged her upstairs and plopped her in our nice clean white garden tub.... and the Battle Began.
Saying this dog does NOT like baths is a gross understatement.
And saying this dog is STRONG for her size is a MAMMOTH understatement.
Hubster said he could hear the string of expletives (from my mouth, not Diva's) all the way out in the backyard. If looks could kill, Diva definitely would've won the battle. We were both drenched when it was over, but she was clean, and smelling fresh. I on the other hand, was covered in puppy shampoo suds, fur, and a tremendous amount of water (and sweat).
A good time was NOT had by all.
And then of course, when it was all over, she fell sound asleep, due to the exertion of the event.
And I snapped this adorable close-up.
PS: Laurie, I LOVE my new Nikon.... thanks again for the recommendation! :-)