Bath Pug

The time had arrived. There could be no putting it off any longer. Samuel needed a bath.

This first bathing ritual was approached with military precision. Towels were gathered; shampoo was opened and its scent tested for pleasantness; treats were assembled in bountiful quantities so that any anxieties could be quickly and tastefully assuaged. Even Samuel himself underwent some preparation, with the removal of his collar and the insertion of cotton wool into his delicate little ears.

And into the bath he went!

His wining soon gave way to a less vocal but equally annoyed stare, which went into the distance and the bathroom door beyond it. He wanted nothing more than to escape! Against his wishes, he was lathered and rinsed until the water coming off him was as clean as that going on. After a quick towel dry and a run in the sun, Samuel was as good as new, and as pouffy as a powder puff, and was swiftly rewarded with the biggest treat he'd ever seen!