The Hound rolls around aimlessly on the couch, like usual. totally unaware of what is to become of him. he probably smells like ass, but i can't tell.

At this point, i'd placed the dry Hound in the bathtub and began filling it with water. Notice the traumatized look on his face.

The Hound is now wet and... very unhappy.

At this point, some horrible pink bath.. THING.. tries to attack The Hound from the side. or so he thinks. for some reason, he's terrified of it, he kept staring at it and twitching whenever the water caused it to move. silly Hound.

The Hound tries to escape.

...And again, this time after i soaped his fur up. (notice: ugly, brightly-colored shower curtain. toothbrushes in the background. i don't know how either of those things got there.)

After escaping, The Hound tries to shake himself dry.

... It didn't work.

Afterwards he stared at me like this for the rest of the evening.

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