If he’d been deemed a dog, he’d behave accordingly. Though his senses and common sense both told him the water he was lapping at was as pristine as any from the faucet, the symbolism made his face burn so hotly he had to dip the whole thing. Blowing a homeopath’s notion of his goddess’ excreta from his dripping features, Ed sat up and shook off.
None of the ladies had seen his abasement. No matter: it had eased and empowered him both. And he certainly needed every ailment he could get once they returned.
Luckily Ed got the worst out of the way quickly.
While the ladies were engaged he drained and hosed out the tub and towel-mopped the seats and rim and floor all around. He was polishing the fixtures with so much still to do: sinks and commodes and bidets and the shower and spa and the
