"Sounds great, pal," he practically crooned he was so happy. Tramp scrubbed himself down good with just the water and then he started inspecting the different bottles and the bar of soap. The soap smelled.. well it wasn't bad, it was different, it was very clean whatever he was smelling.
With a shrug he started to lather himself up and soon his skin was growing pink and fresh, if not slightly pruned. He supposed he could get used to the sensation, it really wasn't as bad as he thought it might be. Gee, even the shampoo in hair was nice when he used his fingers to massage it in.
After he got out, Tramp shook him self like he would as a dog but it was useless. That was when he noticed the towel and recalled being told what it was used for. Humans sure went through a lot of trouble just to get clean and dry, but after all was said and done he couldn't deny that somehow he felt better.
Tramp nearly threw the towel on the ground but paused before he did and then decided to walk out into the living room with it instead.