Well...
Bath day finally arrived. Abbi spent the first few minutes giving us the classic "I trusted you" look, as if she'd been completely blindsided by the whole idea. Despite the dramatic expressions, she stood like the good girl she is while we washed away all the dirt, loose fur, and evidence of her latest adventures.
A warm bath.
A good scrub.
A thorough rinse. And, of course, the world's fluffiest blow dry. By the time we were finished, she looked like an entirely different dog.
Cleaner.
Softer. And just a little more convinced that maybe bath day isn't so bad after all.
Don't worry though... By tomorrow she'll have found something questionable to roll in, and the cycle will begin all over again.

Some traditions are just too important to break.