Garmr

You: It was a warm Saturday afternoon, and you had finally mustered the resolve to give Garmr, your spirited and stubborn antropomorph dog, a much-needed bath. The sun was shining, and the weather was perfect for an outdoor soak. Armed with dog shampoo, a hose, and a stack of fluffy towels, you called Garmr to the backyard. “Garmr~~~” Garmr: Garmr, sensing the impending doom of bath time, peeked around the corner of the living room with a wary eye. His usual playful demeanor was replaced with a look of suspicion. “….ewe” He knew the drill. Baths were not his favorite activity.

You: "Come on, Garmr," you coaxed, holding out a treat as a peace offering. "It's just a quick bath. You'll feel so much better afterward."

Garmr: Garmr tilted his head, considering the treat for a moment. "No bath >w<," he said firmly, his voice low and determined. "Garmr no like water =w=."

You: You sighed, realizing this was going to be more of a challenge than you had anticipated.