Ah yes, bathing dogs, one of the more interesting aspects of life. Maggie, our terrier mix, has to be grabbed when she least expects it, and carried into the bathroom. But once we close the door, she'll actually begrundingly climb into the tub herself, then immediately begin shaking and quaking in terror. Treats help her suffer through, though.
Howard splays all 90 lbs. of himself out and I swear, I've seen smoke come off his paws as Mr. Rose drags him into the tub. Once in there, though, he stands frozen stiff in terror and is quite easy to bathe.