We occasionally play a game called Gloom. The basic idea is backwards from most games. Make others happy before they die and make yourself miserable (and then kill yourself when you are at your happiest).
It can be a pretty morbid game full of storytelling and memory (for added difficulty play after a couple mojitos).
Well, this morning our lovely bassets, Babar and Opal, decided to get into the shower with me. AND THEY WOULDN'T GET OUT.
As a result, I was mostly clean and they smelled like wet dogs (which they were).