After a treading-in-her-own-poo fiasco - poo that was incidentally bungee jumping out of her bum due to her obsession with eating hair (yes I pulled it out) – Brando required a second bathing.

This time she wasn’t so scared, but still tried to get out the bath - fail. We made it quick and as painless as possible and even managed to wash her smelly little head.

The fear was quickly forgotten when she was out and wrestling with the towel as we tried to dry her. Oh how she loves that little game.