You know, sometimes reading your stories I am convinced that when you are talking about the Junebug you actually mean a beagle. Because I can totally imagine trying to wrestle a messy beagle into a shower, him hooooowling over your shoulder all the while. (Not, sadly, that they make rain boots in a beagle's size either.)

Presumably, the difference is that children can't lick their own privates, and beagles will never grow up to be embarrassed about the trials they cause their parents.