He's all about hygene and class.

In the last year Big Dog has made big strides toward being a big boy. He's 100% reliably potty trained, even at night. He dresses himself, writes his won name, sight reads a long list of words. And lately, his big point of pride is taking over washing himself in the tub. I believe Method products have played a part in this new skill.
As a Method advocate, I received a trial of their new children's line. They have designed packaging for their bath and body wash that looks like a kitten and when you squeeze it, the body wash shoots out of its, well, nether regions. I'm sure they didn't intend for this to look as though the kitty had digestive issues, but I can't help but think this poor cat needs a specialist of some sort. Maybe they're on to something though. Big Dog is enamored of his IBS kitty soap, and frankly it smells so good I can look beyond the disturbing delivery system. So, as I as saying, Big Dog has decided he is man enough to thoroughly soap and rinse himself in the bath. He slathers himself with kitty bum goo, lathers himself up then rinses off. Not only does he love the process he thrills at the result. He loves being clean.
Lately after baths he insists that he be smelled.
While Auntie Chihuahua was visiting, he had her smell his various parts. His hair, his cheek, his leg, his arm, his foot. When I came into the room, he insisted I smell his other foot.
Uh, ok. sniff! "wow, you smell great!!!"
Auntie Chihuahua explained, "He smells so nice and clean, his hair, his face, his hands, his feet, he smells great!"
Big Dog piped in "Yeah, even my bum and privates!"
I told him I'd just have to take his word on that.
See, he's all about class.