It was a throw down. Fifty pounds of wet bulldog vs. me. Bath day for the missus is always an event because she’d rather make peace with the mailman than take a bath. Unfortunately, she has a skin problem (treated via medicated shampoo) so baths aren’t just a nicety they’re a necessity. I do my best to bribe, coax and reason with her but all she hears is, “Bla bla bla BATH. Bla bla BATH bla bla bla.” I bring her to a pet spa and everyone laughs when they watch us dance. She tries hopping out of the basin and I have to block her egress. It’s sort of like playing tub goalie. On the upside, we’re both ready for a nap when we get home. We both appreciate naps.