Also, he has an adorable dog. A shiba-huahua. And poor thing has been so neglected.
Dad's one of those old school dog owners. Poor thing was unwalked, bored, had fleas, was stinky as hell, and looked up at me with big eyes.
I took things in hand. Walked him. Peed and pooped him. Gave him porch time. Ordered dog grooming stuff, shampoos, medicated wash, flea collar, washing glove.
Dad was like, He hates water.
I scooped up that dog, put him in the sink, and gave him the best bath he's had in his life. The fleas were jumping off him. He tucked himself under my arm and into my chest as I rubbed him with a towel and brushed him. My cute mini dress was ruined but whatever.
Dad: You're doing witchcraft.
Hmph. Dogs know who Mommy is.