If you had seen bath time with Izzy, our Giant Schnauzer, you might all have a fresh (pun intended) perspective. Gammy called it a reenactment of WW III. I haven't yet convinced her that you can't have a reenactment of something that hasn't happened but she just rolls her eyes!
Anyway, Izzy took the idea of bathing as a personal affront. I would get into my bathing suit, pick her up (this was an 80+ pound beast with at least 60 joints on her) and unceremoniously put her in the bathtub and pull the curtain shut.
We would then proceed to see if I could get soap on her without losing a finger, hand, or arm. At least the blood drained quickly, being washed down by the shower hose! 30 minutes later she would jump out of the tub and shake 40 gallons of water all over Gammy's clean bathroom. Then, six towels later, she would leave the bathroom and gallop around the house running over anything man made, or simply man for that matter, who dared be in her path.
I, being of saturated mind and body, simply limped into the bedroom and collapsed.
Bathing a pug would be such a joy!