hah, I totally know what you mean. Still, there remains a certain masochistic, Sysiphean joy that comes of getting Coba all perfect, taking him out to some beautiful place for half a dozen frames and then watching him roll two hours of grooming around in the dirt/sand/salt.

They were far from groomed in these pics, though---ugh. I try to take them to the beach when they absolutely must be bathed anyway. Efficient.