Milo got a bath Friday night. Then I decided to take him to visit Cousin Oliver at a very dirty campground, and he was soon absolutely filthy. Needless to say (or "seedless to nay," as Mom would say), he wasn't thrilled about going under the faucet again.
It was a dirty job, but it had to be done.
Tomorrow, he's going to get his first professional grooming. I really want him to keep his shaggy look, but the poor guy can barely see, so we're going to get him cleaned up a little. Stay tuned for before-and-afters, and don't be afraid to give advice about grooming, as I'm a clean slate where little, shaggy dogs are concerned.