Previously Water Terrified Ranger, squiggling and bolting from my grasp--relaxed during his watery flea-ing... He began standing still for me, as I drowned and poisoned the dang flea varmints. When his flea bath was over, he nuzzled me, and bit at the water hose, asking for more.
During Jill's ordeal, Ranger kept putting his butt near the water hose. Since the second wave of fleas was, indeed emerging to the surface of his thick hair, he bought himself another bath.
This, from a dog who used to run pell mell in fright when I filled his water dish...
All in all, a great day for dogs, a rather bad day for fleas.