Jay was giving his first doggy bath and may have overdone it a bit.

He was preoccupied trying to pick the right dog shampoo to use and hadn't stop to think that there wasn't space in the RV for a Jacuzzi tub. If he had been paying attention, he would have noticed that the door in the bathroom wasn't there before... If he had been paying attention to anything but filling up that tub, he'd have noticed that the number of choices for dog shampoo in the pantry was nuts. What about the towels? Who the fuck even has a walk-in closet just for the "tub" room. Actually, who the fuck has a tub room attached to the bathroom. Anyways, we're getting away from the topic. But seriously, a walk-closet doesn't have a towel section... does it? No, it doesn't, but really, back to Jay.

He was sooo preoccupied with trying to give DD the perfect first bath, he forgot all about the fact that he was in an RV... with a Jacuzzi tub. I mean, who doesn't notice that shit.

Who'm I kidding? That pug was just the cutest little thing ever... and she was smiling from ear to ear in a way that it made it obvious she was without a doubt the happiest she had ever grin. It was just like the Cheshire cat, but not so fucking creepy. Maybe it's just because that was a creepy cat. Creepy fucking Alice in Wonderland shit.

She was one a happy dog. She's never had a bath. She wondered if it was a food that tasted good or maybe it was something nice and hard to chew on. What ever it was, this person in front of her was just as excited and nervous as she was. She could smell it in the air, even though she'd never known it before now, she was certain that they were good smells.

Her little tail wiggled back and forth hard enough to cause her to sway. She bumped in to Jay and he grinned back, busy putting water in this big bowl.

She wanted this to be forever.

She was so happy.

She was home.

Jay's home.

Forever.