Apparently, our German Shepherd, Schultz, likes baths. I have come to this conclusion because lately, he has done everything possible to ensure he gets one every day.
Three days ago, he came in, covered with mud from head to toe. He shook himself and mud splattered all over the walls.
"Schultz, that's disgusting," I said. "You need a bath!"
He cocked his head and charged upstairs to the bathtub, leaving a trail of muddy footprints all over the carpet.
We gave him a bath, and he was clean and shiny. (Of course our bathroom was not. It needed a bath after Schultz got done in there.)
The next day, my husband let him outside.
"He's going to get dirty," I warned.
Sure enough, he chased the neighbor's dogs along the fence line and got filthy.
"Crate!" I hollared.
He trotted in, leaving another trail of mud. We filled the tub with water and sent him upstairs. He charged into the bathtub, happy as could be.
Afterwards, he was clean and shiny, but our bathroom was not.
The next day, my son let him out.
"You are kidding," I said. "Don't you people believe in leashes?" I called the dog back, but it was too late. He was covered in mud. I sent him to his crate. "Schultz, you should be ashamed of yourself!"
He wasn't. He sat in his crate with his tongue hanging out, and a huge smile plastered on his furry, muddy face. He knew he was getting another bath.
That dog is pretty smart. I think he has us trained!