So last night I baked some goodies for work... while I was waiting on things to cool before I could totally assemble the trifle I took Pork Chop for a walk. Which, I knew would result in him getting bath. I'm pretty sure he ended up in every single puddle or melting snow pile on our walk.
Needless to say, I gave him a bath as soon as I walked in the house. He was carried into the bathroom - not even a paw was going to step foot in the house... that's just how filthy he had gotten.
He knew right away what was going to happen and wasn't having it.
Needless to say... he won this time.