That was more like it. Being looked after was all Tim wanted now that he’d been subjected to being soaked twice in one day. His little legs twitched when he was washed off, and he relaxed on the little float that Terry had made him, his big blue eyes closing quite of their own accord. The next he knew, Terry had him up in a fluffy towel and was talking to him about bacon.
His tail gave a wiggle at the mention of food, because he was hungry, but he was struggling to stay awake and he knew it.
He sat up straighter and tried to express just how much he would like bacon, please, but all of the running around on top of the paddling and his disturbed sleep earlier was beginning to catch up on him, and every few seconds, his head drooped and he had to start awake again. It happened again. And again. And again until the little dog very nearly toppled forwards onto his face and that was the moment he decided it was time to sleep. Bacon was lovely, and he was hungry, but it would keep until he woke up in a few hours, wouldn’t it?
Nose to the ground because it was there anyway, he sniffed out Terry’s bed since the other keepers would have something to say about sharing with the owner and jumped up onto it, curling up in the centre and settling down with a happy grumble.