While I was sweating and carrying buckets, Jip got up on the kitchen table and knocked down two drinking glasses, shattering glass on the floor. Later, as I was trying to make a pb&j to take for lunch at work, I let Daisy out to go to the bathroom. She came back in smelling like a dead, rotting animal. She had rolled in something atrocious. Since she is too heavy for me to haul into the bathtub, I cornered her in the bathroom and scrubbed at her with a wet washcloth and soap, gagging at the smell the whole time. She's probably still covered in all the soap I slathered on her back so Joey will have to give her a real bath after work. And then clean out the bathtub.
Out here, the bathtub has many uses, from watering sheep and chickens, bathing dogs, and giving ducklings a place to swim.