Bob and Cara had been highly insulted to have been subjected to being washed. They were so well-behaved they’d merely stood and scowled, and then shaken themselves off furiously, as though shaking off the embarrassment of it all. Damien had laughed at how they had enjoyed being towelled off, especially having their ears and heads rubbed, even to the point of groaning with pleasure. They were now lying on the caravan floor; Damien hadn’t wanted to tempt fate by letting them go anywhere that would undo his hard work of the past hour. Anyway, it was a good test to see how they liked being indoors. If they freaked out and leapt all over the place in a frenzy to find a way out, then they’d be staying here, locked up in their run. He needn’t have worried – they were sprawled out calmly as if this was how they spent all their time. Damien told them to stay and tempted fate further by leaving them unsupervised so he could take Squish outside for a wash. The little dog was small enough to be done in the caravan sink, but he didn’t relish wiping all the droplets or soap suds from every surface when Squish decided to shake himself off.
