Our picture boy above now weighs 42 lbs.  He has recently enjoyed a quick trip to the vet....Let me share with you the details.  Said morning found Mort (the dog) in need of a bath, no self-respecting farm dog could be caught at the v-e-t-s in a condition of filth.  Lady of the house and youngest child proceeded to drag the dog to the bathtub.  Dog endured and tried only a few times to escape the strange smells wafting from his Dawn dish soaped body.  Dried off by a grungy towel, dog was let outside----which proved to be a monumental mistake. All people know that dogs LIKE the smell of stink, it is a perfume that makes them dashingly irresistable.   Then Mort, the cute, clean smelling pooch....well we were getting ready to load a prolapsed heifer and a stud colt into the trailer for veterinarian repair and removal....when all of the sudden...Husband began to laugh, Mort was lavishing, frolicking and scooting his once clean body through a mud hole...head and all, every inch of him was nasty....He was then led to the water hose where no dawn dish soap nor warm water flowed.  His coming in the house days are OVER.