I do not understand my dog.
Meg hates baths. Hates them. Usually I have to put a slip lead on her (so she can't back out of her collar), drag her into the bathroom, heave her into the tub, and keep one hand on her shaking, stressed body the entire time or she will jump out.
Tonight, I put the leash on downstairs. She walked up the stairs ahead of me, sat next to me on the bathmat while I got the water warm, and when I said "this feels good", she hopped in on her own, and stood quietly while I washed her, leaning into the curry. Zero stress. Zero shivers. Zero ignoring me after the bath or giving me the evil eye.
Nine years old, and this dog still has the ability to surprise me.