While he rinses away the excess BOD from your fur, you hear another key in the lock. Who?
"Hey, honey, you home?" said a sweet lilting voice from the living room
It's your girlfriend. You can already smell her scent, and a male dog's too. She must have Max with her.
"In here!" shouts your brother.
You turn your head. Unsure what is happening. She enters with her mastiff. She leans in and kisses your brother? You feel warm breath and Max's nose press against your now furry butt.
You bark uncertainly.
"Quiet boy, this is all for the best. You know I've been looking for a mate for Max," she turned and looked at your brother, "He's still a boy, right?"
"Just waiting for your special treatment, Seersi," he answered.
She laughed, and pulled a pink canister out of her oversize purse. He stood up and removed his protective gear, and led Max out of the bathroom.
You look up quizzical at Seersy, and whine.
She laughs and starts to put on the protective gear your brother took off.