This would normally be accompanied by embarrassing photos of King Max, but for some reason my phone has stopped sending to my laptop. I'm thinking some sort of electronic lovers' quarrel, but who knows?
What I need is some insight, so anyone who understands the canine psyche might help shed some light on this.
I just gave him his weekly whether he liked it or not bath, and like every other bath, he patiently waits for the tub to drain, gets out, patiently waits while I towel dry him, and then he explodes in a frenzy of rubbing. Against me, cabinets, furniture, the Cute Chicks, me again, across the quilt on the bed, then runs to the door to go outside, runs around the yard before finding a spot to flop down and wallow in the dried grass.
So what's up with the frenzied rubbing? Aside from drying, which he's pretty dried by the time I turn him loose, I can't figure it out.