Seamus took a bath...

And he was really, truly, seriously angry with JR about it. For a dog that sincerely enjoys water, he loathes the idea of getting into the shower. See, we have to put him in the shower, turn on the water, close the glass door, and make him stand there for anywhere between five and 10 minutes in an effort to get him completely soaked, thus making his Oatmeal shampoo as effective as possible. So, I lure him in with "Oh, there's Mommy's sweet handsome Moo..." and then JR jumps behind him and shuts the bathroom door. I scoot out, and that is when the interesting noises commence, and the house shakes. I hear Seamus scrambling around in the bathtub for five to 10 minutes, then the water stops. Then JR start's shouting, "Seamus! Stop! Come on, Moo. Stop!" Five more minutes of this, 10 more minutes of water running. Then, I hear the leap out of the bathtub and the expecting shaking of wet dog. JR starts to towel him down, then there is more, "Seamus! Stop! Come on, Moo. Stop!"
Then I hear, "Mommy, get ready..."
Out comes my Golden Eyed Seamus Lars, his hair still damp, and before I can even get up from the desk chair to start telling him what a handsome, handsome, boy he is, he is sticking is wet snout in my armpit and I turn around and give him some chicken jerky.