He walked her the whole way to his house, though in truth it wasn't too terribly far, humming cheerfully the whole way. And petting her, idly, on and off. Every time he did, her little tail would start wagging it again. She couldn't help it. It was madness to her; over twenty years in this body and she'd very rarely had trouble controlling her tail. Her ears, yes, always had a mind of their own, but her tail?
His house looked mostly the same, because the chest height he was carrying her at was similar to her own normal height. She was certain it would have been even more overwhelming than it normally was, had she been on the ground, but he didn't seem to be intent on setting her down. She was beyond relieved; she had been a bit worried he'd just stick her alone in his backyard.
She looked up at him, mildly offended, at the name suggestion. Blue? Did she look like a hound dog to him? He could at least have said it with a French accent, bleu. But no. Blue, like Blues Clues. Sigh. People should not be allowed to name dogs for this very reason.
She felt a thrill of excitement when he took her upstairs. Was he taking her to his office? A dozen rapid mental images skittered through her mind. Him at his desk, working, while she curled up underneath it. In his lap in that big leather chair, while he read. Sitting on the window seat as he practiced his violin. Her tail--her entire ass, really--thumped violently against his arm.
But instead, he took her into another room. She was confused for a moment, until he hit the light.
This was his bedroom.
Her ears hit her head, shock and embarrassment. It was stupid; she was a dog. But she'd never been in a man's bedroom before. And such a grand one. It matched his office well, similar aesthetic and the same smell. A huge bed, a windowseat she instantly longed for, oh! even a violin! And that fireplace! Her embarrassment was swept up in her admiration.
Wait. Mud on her paws?
He was taking her into the bathroom.
This was taking a weird turn, suddenly.
The bathroom was every bit as grand as the bedroom, a ludicrously huge tub, and shower, and god, just, it was bigger than her bedroom. By a huge margin. Like, four of her bedrooms would probably have fit in here.
And now he was putting her in the sink.
Her tail tried to tuck between her legs as she scrambled to maintain her balance on the porcelain. This was a very strange way to see a sink, and a very strange angle to watch him pull off his beautiful white leather gloves.
He pulled off his coat and she wanted to scramble out of the sink. But... where would she go? And she had to pretend to be a dog of relative, doggish intelligence.
But a bath would require him... at least rinsing her off. Possibly rubbing her. Her paws, legs, and underbelly, at the very least. She'd never received a bath as a dog, before, since skin was easier to wash than fur. She assumed there was a similar level of rubbing to washing hair, but what did she know?
In the end, it didn't matter. There wasn't really anything she could do about the situation. She just stood, mildly alarmed, in the sink, trying not to look as ridiculous as she felt. She would just hold very still and wait for it to be over, and try very hard not to think about the logistics of the situation. It wasn't as though he was bathing her. He was bathing a dog. It was very different.
His house looked mostly the same, because the chest height he was carrying her at was similar to her own normal height. She was certain it would have been even more overwhelming than it normally was, had she been on the ground, but he didn't seem to be intent on setting her down. She was beyond relieved; she had been a bit worried he'd just stick her alone in his backyard.
She looked up at him, mildly offended, at the name suggestion. Blue? Did she look like a hound dog to him? He could at least have said it with a French accent, bleu. But no. Blue, like Blues Clues. Sigh. People should not be allowed to name dogs for this very reason.
She felt a thrill of excitement when he took her upstairs. Was he taking her to his office? A dozen rapid mental images skittered through her mind. Him at his desk, working, while she curled up underneath it. In his lap in that big leather chair, while he read. Sitting on the window seat as he practiced his violin. Her tail--her entire ass, really--thumped violently against his arm.
But instead, he took her into another room. She was confused for a moment, until he hit the light.
This was his bedroom.
Her ears hit her head, shock and embarrassment. It was stupid; she was a dog. But she'd never been in a man's bedroom before. And such a grand one. It matched his office well, similar aesthetic and the same smell. A huge bed, a windowseat she instantly longed for, oh! even a violin! And that fireplace! Her embarrassment was swept up in her admiration.
Wait. Mud on her paws?
He was taking her into the bathroom.
This was taking a weird turn, suddenly.
The bathroom was every bit as grand as the bedroom, a ludicrously huge tub, and shower, and god, just, it was bigger than her bedroom. By a huge margin. Like, four of her bedrooms would probably have fit in here.
And now he was putting her in the sink.
Her tail tried to tuck between her legs as she scrambled to maintain her balance on the porcelain. This was a very strange way to see a sink, and a very strange angle to watch him pull off his beautiful white leather gloves.
He pulled off his coat and she wanted to scramble out of the sink. But... where would she go? And she had to pretend to be a dog of relative, doggish intelligence.
But a bath would require him... at least rinsing her off. Possibly rubbing her. Her paws, legs, and underbelly, at the very least. She'd never received a bath as a dog, before, since skin was easier to wash than fur. She assumed there was a similar level of rubbing to washing hair, but what did she know?
In the end, it didn't matter. There wasn't really anything she could do about the situation. She just stood, mildly alarmed, in the sink, trying not to look as ridiculous as she felt. She would just hold very still and wait for it to be over, and try very hard not to think about the logistics of the situation. It wasn't as though he was bathing her. He was bathing a dog. It was very different.
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