I checked this afternoon, the soap was still intact. It had survived another morning shower. No paw prints either, always a good sign.
No one took a shower this afternoon so there was no water to lick off the tub. I didn't even think about it as The Canadian and I ran out the door to go help our friend, Jackson, when he called about a porcupine vs. dog incident (more later).
When we got back from the rescue mission I went to take a shower because I was still gross from the gym. As I turned the shower on I found this...on the floor. The underside is covered in black hair.
You'd think with all the chewing of soap her breath would smell better. But still, it smells like fish.