Sitting in the bath, Terry was amused at the little pug paddling around in the water. He watched him for several moments, then realized that the dog needed to paddle because its legs were too short to touch the bottom of the tub. Well that wouldn't do. Terry took a flannel and transfigured it into a pug-sized flotation device.
"There you go," he said, helping the dog onto the little platform. "Don't want you to drown."
Carefully he washed 'Fluffy', making sure to get rid of all the mud until the dog's coat was clean. Then Terry washed himself, trying not to make a nose at the wet dog smell that surrounded them. After all, a wet dog was a wet dog.
When finished, Terry stood up and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips before lifting the pug out of the water and into its own towel. "We'll get you dried off and then you can lie in front of the fire in the other room. How does that sound? Oh! I should probably see if there's some bacon left over from my lunch too. Would you like some bacon?" Terry asked the dog.