"I'll feed you as soon as you're not going to crap up my carpet." He rolls his eyes and turns on the bathroom light, then steps around the dog to start running the bath water. Warm but not hot, and since he doesn't have dog shampoo he picks up his own, glancing over it in case there's a warning label that it shouldn't be used on animals. It doesn't seem to be an issue, so as soon as he can persuade the dog to get into the tub and stay there while he goes off to get the biggest cup he has, a gas station mug made for cross-country truckers. That will be used to pour water over the dog's head and back before he starts scrubbing in the generically masculine-smelling shampoo.
When he reappears in the bathroom to do just that, he's also changed into an old tshirt rather than the button-up he'd been wearing under his jacket, just so it won't be the end of the world if he gets wet, himself. He makes a face at the dog sitting in his tub, then set into scrubbing wherever he's immediately able.
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Date: 2016-03-10 09:19 am (UTC)From:When he reappears in the bathroom to do just that, he's also changed into an old tshirt rather than the button-up he'd been wearing under his jacket, just so it won't be the end of the world if he gets wet, himself. He makes a face at the dog sitting in his tub, then set into scrubbing wherever he's immediately able.