In order to give Wrigs a bath (which is actually a shower) we need to enlist the help of one of these. That's an Irwin Quick Grip Monster Clamp. It holds the shower door shut, otherwise one swift swipe of Wrig's paw and the door swings open and he escapes wet and soapy.
Once Wrigs and I are in the shower, Tom puts us in "lock down" and secures the clamp. Wrigs will still fight and flail with all his might but there's no way he (or I for that matter) can get out of that shower. After our soaking wet, fur flying wrestling match, I call to Tom to come and let us out. There's no response. I call again. Slowly he enters the bathroom. I say in a huff, "What took you so long?" He says, "I'm not sure I want to let you out." I respond, "WHAT??? Hurry up! We need to dry off!" He says, "It's been really quiet for the last half hour. I was able to watch some golf, uninterrupted. I may just toss Chum in there with you and call it a day."
After a few minutes of this nonsense he begrudgingly removed the Irwin from the shower door. So in case I happen to "go missing" I hope someone out there will know where to look.