"Please? He'll look better when I wash him up! Promise I'll take care of him!"

Sitting there in the bathroom tiled floor, still in his workout clothes that were now soiled with mud and stray leaves, your boyfriend held down what looked like a dog, covered in dry and fresh mud, loose leaves and sticks, sticking out of the dog's matted fur, despite the terrible condition the dog was in.

He had gone out for his usual morning run and now he was back with a dog?

The fury creature seemed happy nonetheless, it had the fattest smile you had ever seen on a dog, almost cartoonish, resembling somewhat the same smile Brett had when he was happy and excited.

Naturally you'd be pissed, given the bathroom was now dirty with mud scattered everywhere, when you'd just cleaned it too.

Brett in the meanwhile was pushing the dog into the bathtub, filling up with warm water and some of your more on the expensive side bath soaps, the ones that you'd used your birthday coupon for too, damn it.