She was calming down a bit, and that stubby little tail of hers was wagging furiously. The small size of it raised the possibility that she'd had a tail the whole time, and he'd just never noticed, not having been given proper access to her ass.
That was an amusing thought.
How had that song gone? I had an old dog whose name was Blue – he hummed it, better able to recall the notes than the words. It had never been a song for a man like him to sing, but he managed well enough on the violin, so long as he played it like a fiddle. Ages ago, now, that he'd played those kinds of games. Insinuating himself into places he should not have been wanted, with skills he should not have had. These days he played less raucous pieces, slow and pretty and better suited to home with no one in it.
"Shall I call you Blue?" he wondered as he approached his own front door. "You have no tags, tiny one, and so I do not know what to call you." He found his keys, unlocked his door to walk into the darkness and shut the door behind them. He headed immediately for the stairs, not even bothering to turn on a light. He did not hit a switch until he'd walked into his bedroom, humming all the while.
It was about what anyone would expect. Intricately carved mahogany furniture, polished hardwood floors, an enormous bed covered in lavender silk. He switched out the colors, depending on his mood, but lately he'd settled onto purple. His hair was lost in black, his skin lost in white, and red could seem a bit too dire on occasion. He thought lavender could be sophisticated and flattering.
The upholstery was all white, what he'd settled on when he'd decided that changing it every time he changed the sheets was a timesink. He had a fainting couch at the foot of his bed, a mirror above his dresser, more mirrors and a one folding screen set near the door to the closet. Another window seat, this one above the window in the storefront; he had always loved being able to sit in the window, and so they littered the home that had been built for him. And another violin, though this one clearly finer than the one he tooled around with in his office. Chairs and a rug sat in front of his fireplace, again above the one in what had once been his parlor.
"What do you think, little Blue?" he wondered. "Mais, look at these paws," he said, setting his cane aside so that he could hold and shake her paw again. "All of this running around has left you a terrible mess. I cannot let such a dog on my furniture. I have already allowed you to get dirt on my clothes! Unacceptable behavior." He meandered toward the bathroom, turned that light on as well.
He could probably not put her in the tub without her drowning. That was simple logistics. This was the only room in the house that he remodeled with any regularity, and it showed. The tub was freestanding porcelain, as wide as he was tall and completely circular, with all the fittings in gold. There was a shower stall all in glass, with white and gold tile and an enormous rain can showerhead. Two deep sinks, a vanity, large mirrors, and a new toilet which he was still enamored of because it had a built-in bidet and played a jaunty tune.
He only needed it when he'd actually been eating physical food, but it was the principle of the thing.
Cozy chairs, fluffy towels, fluffy rugs, fluffy robes. This was a bathroom for a man who loved baths, but who also enjoyed sharing them with guests. Many guests. Simultaneously.
He set Bree down into a deep white sink, and pulled off his gloves. "I hope you do not mind the water – you have been such a good girl so far!" Setting the gloves on the counter, he unbuttoned his coat, and shrugged it off his shoulders. "I promise I shall be gentle, tiny one."
That was an amusing thought.
How had that song gone? I had an old dog whose name was Blue – he hummed it, better able to recall the notes than the words. It had never been a song for a man like him to sing, but he managed well enough on the violin, so long as he played it like a fiddle. Ages ago, now, that he'd played those kinds of games. Insinuating himself into places he should not have been wanted, with skills he should not have had. These days he played less raucous pieces, slow and pretty and better suited to home with no one in it.
"Shall I call you Blue?" he wondered as he approached his own front door. "You have no tags, tiny one, and so I do not know what to call you." He found his keys, unlocked his door to walk into the darkness and shut the door behind them. He headed immediately for the stairs, not even bothering to turn on a light. He did not hit a switch until he'd walked into his bedroom, humming all the while.
It was about what anyone would expect. Intricately carved mahogany furniture, polished hardwood floors, an enormous bed covered in lavender silk. He switched out the colors, depending on his mood, but lately he'd settled onto purple. His hair was lost in black, his skin lost in white, and red could seem a bit too dire on occasion. He thought lavender could be sophisticated and flattering.
The upholstery was all white, what he'd settled on when he'd decided that changing it every time he changed the sheets was a timesink. He had a fainting couch at the foot of his bed, a mirror above his dresser, more mirrors and a one folding screen set near the door to the closet. Another window seat, this one above the window in the storefront; he had always loved being able to sit in the window, and so they littered the home that had been built for him. And another violin, though this one clearly finer than the one he tooled around with in his office. Chairs and a rug sat in front of his fireplace, again above the one in what had once been his parlor.
"What do you think, little Blue?" he wondered. "Mais, look at these paws," he said, setting his cane aside so that he could hold and shake her paw again. "All of this running around has left you a terrible mess. I cannot let such a dog on my furniture. I have already allowed you to get dirt on my clothes! Unacceptable behavior." He meandered toward the bathroom, turned that light on as well.
He could probably not put her in the tub without her drowning. That was simple logistics. This was the only room in the house that he remodeled with any regularity, and it showed. The tub was freestanding porcelain, as wide as he was tall and completely circular, with all the fittings in gold. There was a shower stall all in glass, with white and gold tile and an enormous rain can showerhead. Two deep sinks, a vanity, large mirrors, and a new toilet which he was still enamored of because it had a built-in bidet and played a jaunty tune.
He only needed it when he'd actually been eating physical food, but it was the principle of the thing.
Cozy chairs, fluffy towels, fluffy rugs, fluffy robes. This was a bathroom for a man who loved baths, but who also enjoyed sharing them with guests. Many guests. Simultaneously.
He set Bree down into a deep white sink, and pulled off his gloves. "I hope you do not mind the water – you have been such a good girl so far!" Setting the gloves on the counter, he unbuttoned his coat, and shrugged it off his shoulders. "I promise I shall be gentle, tiny one."
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