Anyone want a dog?

Simone gagged.

The dog smelled so awful that she actually gagged.

It wasn't completely the dog's fault. After all, he had not had a bath in his entire first year and a half of existence. Simone simply could not muster up the courage to bathe the thing and it kept growing bigger, rendering the decision increasingly less likely in favour of cleaning.

But then Simone gagged.

So, dressed in a t-shirt (so she wouldn't be too cold) and a shower cap (so she would not have to dry her hair afterward), Simone hopped into the bath. Then she called the dog over and quickly shut the bathroom door.

The dog lapped the water in the tub.

"Naan-naan?" Little B opened the bathroom door and let the dog out.

"Keep the door closed, please, little B," Simone implored. "Mommy is trying to give the dog a bath."

"Me bath?" Little B frowned, evidently puzzled by this bath in the middle of the day.

"No, no bath for you. The dog needs a bath Eliot!" Simone called the dog.

The dog returned and lapped the bath water again.

"In the bath!" Simone ordered.

The dog cocked his head to the right.

"In!" said little B, pushing the dog's backside for emphasis.

"In!" seconded Simone pulling the dog's front paws into the tub.

The dog gave Simone another quizzical look before bringing his back paws into the tub. Simone quickly shut the shower doors.

Little B opened them. "Naan-naan?" he asked.

"Shut the door," Simone ordered.

Little B pushed on the dog's nose as the beast tried to exit the bathtub. "In!" Little B admonished.

Simone's back was already hurting and the shower ritual had yet to begin...