i love bath time with mister, more than he does i know, but he's so good about it.  and 
he does love the towel rubdown. this time he sat down, when he usually will turn clockwise circles. and then he lay down. in the end i heft him up front and back and hoist him back out swaddled in the big brown terri-towel like a baby. then he prances, lurching a little now, down the hall to the kitchen with a pause for treats, and then the dreaded hot wind machine.