Look at that filthy little face.
Over the weekend Toby and I had a nice four-mile walk, which made him extra stinky (not that he wasn't stinky before). The next day I took his bedding to the laundromat, which meant that the dog himself needed to be destinkified next.
We don't have a bathtub or a utility sink in our house, so the dog becomes an unwilling accessory to my own shower when he needs to be washed. His shampoo sits on the shelf in the shower next to my Dr. Bronner's combination bathtime reading material and soap.
Current dog status: refreshingly lemony.