Given that we missed his grooming appointment, I needed to bathe Gus and decided to do it while Adam was away because damned if I was going to let that dog sleep on his brand new bed in his current filthy state.

Adam usually takes charge of bathing and it goes fairly smoothly. So I hadn’t counted on Gus balking when commanded to “Get in the tub” and then turtling, flattening himself against the floor and having to be heaved in manually, scrabbling and resisting me every step of the way.

After the third attempt we both sat back, panting and staring at eachother, I was almost ready to admit defeat when I remembered I had dried salmon treats.

It’s incredible how well behaved he becomes when a fistful of fish is waved under his nose.