Hello everyone. I hope you enjoy the story I wrote as a remembrance of what I did with my pet, Maya. :)

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This story is pretty simple, based on the first time I bathed her. Yup, that's totally interesting, right?

Please enjoy.

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. : (-) The Claude Files (-) : .
. : (-) Time for a bath (-) : .

Before I start, I got to say this. This story isn’t lewd or has any sexual content. So… yeah, I hope some of you aren’t upset. Perverts.
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People are leaving high and dry. Here they go. All of you are weird! Please be less lewd, we need more love and less sex. (Yeah, I went there)

This happened a few months ago, this day was the first time my pet, which her name is Maya, had a bath. The cutie pie is 9 months right now, still a cub that is looking forward to live. I don’t really care about what we, people, say about dogs, but I think they are more intelligent than us in many ways. Don’t get me wrong, we have intelligence, but sometimes we use that intelligence to do evil and destroy everything in our path. Meanwhile animals have the capacity to love and protect their loved ones with their life without any regrets.

I never had friends, my only real friends coming from cats to dogs. At some point, I remember having up to 9 cats in my house, all of them dwelling around the closets or under the tables. My pets always seemed to accept me no matter what I do or what I am. Almost as if they didn’t really care. At some point this could be considered uneasy, since there are articles of serial killers having a pet, and such pet loving them. Could it be that animals just don’t care about how the person is around the others? Or is it that they see it’s owner as the leader? Or maybe they just don't give a f---

We bought Maya from someone that was selling Tekkel cubs; I remember there were 4 in total, all of them clinging to his mom, seeking protection and warmth. One of them was 4 months old, which is (as you guessed) Maya. My mom decided to have a female dog as a pet because our last pet, Goya, was male. We attempted to have a new experience by getting a female one. I didn’t really care about it, because I knew Goya wanted us to love someone like him after getting over the grief of his death.

Maya missed her mother a lot, not wanting to sleep alone on her bed. My mom decided pick her up and put her on the bed. That night she slept with my mom, her first night being calm. She keeps sleeping like this to this day; I think she should get used to sleep on her bed. Sleeping with my mom can actually make her a brat (which is ironically because… you know, she is a cub).

She is a nice pet, very nice and playful. Sometimes she gets on my nerves. But I have never thought on hurting her badly, it would just feel wrong. We have sterilized her, mostly against my will. I wanted her to live a normal live, but both the veterinarian and my mom “convinced” me to do the surgery on Maya. Poor of Maya… she had 10 harsh and slow days. Being honest here, she looked funny with her cone on. (I still regret it deep inside)

Finally, after she recovered and was able to do everything she did before the surgery, it was time for her to take a bath. Our veterinarian allowed us to bath her after she recovered. My mother wanted to bath her, but she didn’t have the time to do so. I thought on making my move after she left for work. After she left, I started looking for both the fur lubricant and the dog shampoo.

I first looked on the bathroom that is in the hallway, connected to what was my bedroom before, and my diseased grandfather’s room. I entered the bathroom, pulling the door of the cabinet in order to look inside, not taking many seconds to realize it wasn’t there. I stood up, remembering that most of the stuff that belonged inside was in my grandpa’s bedroom, on the bed. Months ago we remodeled the doors form the cabinet because the previous ones were made of wood, which the steam from the shower wrecked them after a long while, costing us a bit of money to pay it all.

I got inside my grandpa’s bedroom, walking to the right side of the bed, which would be my left. I started to look around, moving stuff. It took me a while to find it, but in the end, I did. I picked up the shampoo, that was on it’s way to get empty (Which is a miracle because I DIDN’T HAVE MONEY ON ME). I moved back to the bathroom, opening the cabinet again so I could grab the hair lubricant. I honestly don’t know why this also works on fur, but… I just hope what I am doing is alright, okay?

I looked for Maya, finding her on one of her beds, resting. She literally had 3 beds at the time, from which she could take naps through the day; today she has 2, because she broke one of them. She heard me walking towards her, lifting up her head and looking at me with curiosity. Her eyes were dark brown, her pupils big enough to make you think her eyes are as deep as a hole that reaches the center of the earth. Her fur looked bright and fluffy, even if she was the kind of Tekkel that had short fur; it was also soft to the touch. I picked her up with both my hands, carrying her to the bathroom with me.

I put her on the toilet seat, pulling on the small jacket she had on, which was purple. Her head and floppy ears being covered for 1 second before reappearing again, her expression looking a bit uneasy. I manipulated her frontal limbs in order to remove her jacket completely. I turned on the water, waiting for it to get warm. I removed Maya’s collar, and put it aside on the hand washer. I closed the door behind me, doing so I would prevent Maya running away and soaking the floor with her wet fur.

I opened the door, putting Maya inside and closing the shower’s door behind her. Meanwhile I started to remove my clothes to my undies; I didn’t find good use on getting wet for no reason, anyways. She didn’t seem to like the water, since she immediately wanted to leave. “Instincts” I thought, dogs like these don’t like getting their fur wet since it makes their movements slow and sloppy, along with them feel cold.

I got inside quickly, closing the shower door behind me. She had her tail between her legs, in a sign that she didn’t like being there. I petted her head softly, trying to calm her down, but I noticed she was already shivering from the cold, although I was using both the hot and cold water to make this tolerable for her; I really didn’t want to burn her, or myself! I opened the door while holding Maya by her neck, knowing she would attempt to escape while I picked the dog shampoo. I closed the door immediately; letting her go while I poured some shampoo on my hand. I could smell the shampoo’s aroma, which was very good and suitable for my dog.

I smeared the shampoo on her fur, attempting to spread it the most I could. I used a foam glove to clean her fur without having to use more strength (I am lazy; please don’t judge me --- I SAID DON’T JUDGE ME).
I repeated the scrubbing around her body and tail a few times until I decided she was clean enough. I calmed her down, knowing that she wasn’t really scared; she just didn’t like being there, getting wet. I got uncomfortable with the wet undies I had, so I removed them (What was the point of that, again? Oh, right… DIDN’T WORK).

I sighed, kind of wanting to finish her shower (That, and I was getting a bit bored), from which I grabbed the hair lubricator, and smeared all around her fur, wanting her to look shiny, tidy and beautiful. I knew deep inside that she would be beautiful no matter how her fur looked. I finished smearing the lubrication and then removed the excess with water.
Meanwhile I was doing this, I had to shower my head with the warm water because I getting cold too.

I don’t think I took too long, as I turned off the shower, opening the door for myself, quickly leaving before Maya managed to escape. As I left the shower, she immediately started pushing at the door, pretty much anything to catch my attention; at one point I saw her standing on her hind legs at the door by resting her paws on the door. Since I wasn’t letting her leave, she started whining and crying.

Hey, I wasn’t going to let her leave and wet everything in her way. I was dressing up, not playing with my 3ds damnit.
I put the rest of my clothing and opened the shower’s door, picking Maya up in my hands. I went to my room with her in my arms, opening one of the drawers; where the hair dryer was. I took it with me and returned to the bathroom.

Eh… At that moment I realized that the cord was too short for me to dry her fur on the ground. It seemed I would have to dry her on the handwasher. It really took me a while to do so because; my dog is kind of a bitch. She didn’t like being up there, trying to escape from my grasp, as if her was thinking I was making her uncomfortable.
If you ask me, I would get uncomfortable if someone was drying my body with A HAIR DRYER.

I finished, putting on her nice purple jacket on, just so she didn’t feel cold, since her paws were still kind of wet, but not too much.
I picked her up and put her on the floor, letting her go. I watched her trot away really quick, as if she was kind of upset with me. I felt she was indeed upset, she probably didn’t like it; as she got inside one of her beds, hiding herself.
I guess that’s all. That was her first bath, and I loved the experience. She is 10 months old now, and she is still as beautiful as she did that day.

Claudio out!

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