He looks like the kind of dog that would be at home on a velvet cushion with little bows in his hair, right? In other words, a wuss.
But this is him after having the most fun of his life (and providing amusement to many other people at the dog park).
Yeah, bathing him that afternoon was an experience I'd like to forget. Mr Bebb was at work and there was a moment during which I remember thinking, "This is never going to come off...I no longer have a white dog." Whereas Johnny's fellow canine Jack, who looks like a scruffy mud-loving dog, delicately tiptoed around the huge puddle full of liquid mud and didn't get so much as a toe in.
One more shot of the filth-wizard...