Dub-a-Dub-Doggy

Living alone with a big dog is one thing. Deciding to give him a bath is either stupid, adventurous, or, as I went into it thinking, being a good momma.
He used to be pretty okay about it because being allowed in the bathroom was exciting in itself. and we could hold him in.
These days, since he can't be trusted for a short period of time in a home with socks, I have him hang out while I am in the shower everyday. Once I am done blow-drying my hair and feel completely done, then he's allowed out. Seldom can he go unsupervised.
So last night, I took him into the bathroom and tried to get him into the tub. Darn, if I didn't I forget to put his collar on him, I needed some kind of grip on the guy when he attempted, successfully, to jump out. He got away and huddled on the other side of the bathroom near the door willing it to open. I placed a treat on the edge of the tub. Nothin' doin'.
But, he is a dog, after all, so he was eyeballing it. I decided to herd him to the tub. Brilliant! I got him out of the corner and got him all the way to the tub, when he tried to get the treat, I grabbed him and tried to lift him into the tub. No Way. He got away again. Then I did get him into the tub, only to realize that I still had to turn on the water and the shower head/nozzle in order to wet him down. He got away when he heard the noise of the water to shower transition (you know the sound).
After many more tries, I was breaking a sweat and he was doing the fear aggression thing. There was only one thing left to do. I grabbed the Shower-Massage, adjusted the temperature...and aimed in his direction. It reminded me of a scene from a movie where the police are shooting water at rioters. Okay, so he was finally wet and I chased him around putting soap on him, he was more agreeable for that part.
Now, for the rinse. I wasn't going to spray down my bathroom any more than it already was, so he did need to get into the tub. It took less tries and as I got going, he tried to jump, I reacted quicker and little Max's neck was now stuck between the side wall of the bathroom and my leg. He stopped struggling (yes, he was breathing) and he was more cooperative. luckily, my leg was in a comfortable position to finish off the rinse. I checked his face and he gave me a lick. Although the look in his eyes gave such a grim message of defeat.
Whew!!! I let him loose and he shook it all out. As I was towelling him off, he jumped up to look at himself in the mirror and kept looking at the hair dryer. Man, I love that he loves the hair dryer! I wish he felt the same for the vacuum, but maybe in time. Anyway, I dried him off as he turned this way and that so I wouldn't miss any spots.
Gawd! I did a quick rinse on myself and waded out of there. When I stepped out after him, he was rolling on the living room floor. geesh!
We were both exhausted so when I woke up this morning, I walked into the bathroom only to find it still had a thin layer of water as well as all the wet towels and throw rugs.

-=sigh=- I was hoping time would have dried everything off.