Have been reading a book called At Home in Mitford, it is so funny at times.  It is about a single Anglican Pastor in the United States who is called Father Tim.

Bathing Barnabus:

Father Tim was please with the location he place the bath for the dog, which is a size of a Buick( what ever that is in cars, I have no idea), in a clearing at the Rectory.  As soon as Barnabus was bathed, he thought, he'd give him a good rub down afterwards with the towel.   Well!    Attaching the looped end of the leash to a laurel branch high over his head he encouraged Barnabus to get into the sudsy water.   Instead Barnabus hurled himself into the tub with a flying leap.  Just as quickly as he went in, he came out, diving between the Rector's legs.   He circled his right leg then plunged back into the sudsy water, soaking his master from head to foot.  Then, he leaped out of the bath, raced again between  Father Tim's legs, joyfully dashed around his left ankle, and head for the laurel bush.   It seemed to the Rector that it all happened with a matter of seconds.  and while his memory searched wildly for a scripture nothing came to his mind.  Barnabus cirled the bush at a dead heat, catching the leash in the crotch of a lower limb, and was brought to an abrupt halt. 

Bathing Dooley:

Father Tim approaches Puny his housekeeper  with Dooley and says, "Here's a boy who needs cleaning up,and here are some clothers for him to wear.  I don't know what to tell you to do, but I know you're the one for the job."  Having said that, he left in some haste, leaving Puny holding the bag.

Puny"s Story:

"So I run a tub of hot water," an' handed 'im a bar of soap and said git in there an' soak."    "Well, he went to sayin' how I wasn't his mama and couldn't tell 'im what t'do, so I yanked a knot in 'is tail."    He thought she looked very smug and self satisfied, "And what did you do to yank this know exactly?"   She says,"That's for me t' know and you t'find out.  Not meaning any disrespect, of course."  "Certain not."   Father Tim said.   "So here's what I done.  While he was soakin', I washed 's overalls, and sent 'im home in 'em.  I couldn't see dressin' 'im up in new clothes t' go spilling some' down th' front, or setting' in dog poop.  I've seen Mr. Jacks's place and it ain't the Taj Mahal."  "Well done." said Father Tim.   "He was mad as fire about itm but Mr. Jacks is bringin' 'im  in th' mornin' and he's gittin' dressed in 'is new stuff, and you can take 'im up to Miss Saie's.  I've cut off th' tags and pressed everything, an' he can wear 'is new blue jeans with that green plaid shirt."    "You're a marvel," he said, sighing with relief.    "What I am is give out, if you don't mind.  I declare, takin' care of a preacher is the hardest work I ever done."  Puny said.   "It is?"  says Father Tim.   "Trust me on this".  Puny said.

I thought these 2 stories  so funny so rewrote them a little when I put them in here.