My husband (fiancee at the time) and I had a rottie that would have a fit to take a shower or bath with either of us. Anytime he heard the water run he would make a bee-line for the bathroom and wine and howl until we let him in. It just became routine. The only problem was that he would jump out before we were ready and jump on the bed. Everytime. On a good note, our sheets were always as clean as we were.
Cleo, hated the bath. She was petrified. Big, ol, marshmello doberman. She would bath while standing up, paws on our shoulder hugging us the whole time.
Cleo, hated the bath. She was petrified. Big, ol, marshmello doberman. She would bath while standing up, paws on our shoulder hugging us the whole time.