What's with today today?

Today, the dog and I had to have a bath. Not together, mind you, but as a direct result of one another. One of us rolled in poop while we were out on a walk. (I'll give you a hint as to who is wasn't) So, we get home and I wrestle with her to get her in the tub. Usually she loves the tub, I can't get her out of it. But not today. Apparently, there was NO WAY she wanted to get rid of her newly acquired smell. Blah. I finally got her into the tub and clean-ish when she shook and sprayed me with poopy water. I'm thinking she would make a great rug at the foot of my bed. Then, I had to clean out the tub and then shower. But I did discover one thing, my dog LOVES the hairdryer. She went crazy today when I aimed it at her. I think she just likes to be primped (not pimped, that was last year). She would sit at my feet and revel in the hairdryer being aimed at her. When I tried to dry my own hair, she would jump up and put her paws on my legs til I aimed it at her again. So now the dog is dry and my hair is fuzzy. Silly mutt.