We Are Not Amused

Liffey had begun to become rather ripe. We halled her butt down to the basement sink and scrubbed the stink off.
She doesn't fight a bath but she refuses to do anything to make the job easier. She won't walk down the steps, or even get out of her bed so she has to be carried. I don't mind except for the look in her eyes that asks me why I want to betray her so much.
After it's over she snuggles down into her blanket and ignores us. We are totally snubbed.
The next day it's as if it never happened.

She is....."a funny little dog"