How to Bathe a Dog That Hates Water (Part 6)
Georgie, mid-zoomie, skidded to a halt at the sight of the bathtub. Her ears, usually perky little antennas for mischief, flattened against her head. Her tail, a normally enthusiastic blur, tucked so far under her belly it practically became part of her hind legs. The water wasn’t even running yet, but she knew. She always…