Given that Cosmo had lived here with Jon and Vicki for several months, Liv doubted it would be a problem. She laughed at both of them, shaking her head at the silliness of the situation, and shrugged into her coat. "All right then," she grinned. "I will be back in twenty minutes. Half an hour, tops."
"We'll be here!" Johnny said with a grin. "Won't we, boy?" He walked Liv toward the door, anxious for her to head out so he could get started with the bathing. The sooner he got started, the sooner he finished, and he wanted to make Liv proud of him. He could do this!
Laughing still, Liv slipped out through the door and closed it firmly behind her, wondering just what she was going to come home to. She loved her husband, but she also knew him pretty well. Add a hyperactive dog into the mix, and who knew what would be waiting for her when she returned?
Twenty minutes was hardly enough to fill a tub and give a dog a proper bath, especially for someone who had never owned a dog or cared for one before. By the time they were done, they were both soaking wet, and it was hard to tell which of them had been in charge. The bathroom could have been worse, though there was soap water everywhere, and all of Liv's fancy bottled cosmetics were in disarray. Johnny had ended up using Liv's shampoo and conditioner on the dog's fur, since it was purported to "leave your hair silky and shiny", and wasn't fur just a whole lot of hair? Besides, it made the dog smell good, just like Liv after a shower. Okay, not exactly, but at least, he smelled better than he did when Johnny had first found him. Or was it the other way around?
It was just as well Liv returned just after half an hour had gone by, or she might have objected to the fact that her shampoo and conditioner had been used on their house guest. As it was, she recognized the smell in the air, but didn't object, figuring there was no point in telling them off when she hadn't actually caught them doing it. She'd brought in bowls, food, a collar and leash, a blanket, and a tube of tennis balls, hoping that would be enough for now. "I'm back!" she called out as she entered, closing the door firmly behind her. Best to give plenty of warning, after all.
At least, Johnny had had the good sense not to use one of Liv's best monogrammed towels on their guest. By the time Liv got back, Johnny had the dog out of the tub and was rubbing his fur dry beneath a towel that was warmed by the heat of his touch. The dog was obviously enjoying all the attention and Johnny had been rewarded with a least a few doggy kisses. "In here!" he called from the bathroom when he heard Liv return. "You be good and maybe Livvie will let you stay," he leaned in close to warn the dog.
"Okay!" He had a few more minutes of grace as Liv detoured to the kitchen to put the bowls and food on a counter, leaving everything else on the couch for the time being, but she was soon standing the doorway to the bathroom. Her eyes swept the disaster zone with a wide grin. "Had fun, did we?"
Thankfully, due to Johnny's inner furnace, both him and the dog were nice and dry. That couldn't be said for the bathroom, however, which was a mess, but definitely could have been worse. "He's all nice and clean now, Liv," Johnny told her, pulling the towel away from the dog to let her see his handiwork, the look on his face begging her to keep the dog, but knowing they had to do the right thing and make sure no one claimed him first.
"So I see." Stepping back out of the doorway, Liv considered the pair of them - the hopeful man and the dog who seemed to have adopted him happily. She had a feeling that, even if someone did step forward to claim this animal, they wouldn't be without a dog for long afterward. "Come on, then, you two," she jerked her head toward the living room. "Dinner."
The dog seemed to know exactly what that word meant, answering Liv with a happy woof, as he padded along after her. He might have been a stray when Johnny found him, but he'd belonged to someone once and seemed to instinctively know about baths and dinner and not piddling on the carpet. Even if the man he'd followed home didn't seem to know the first thing about taking care of him, he already seemed to know what was expected of him. "I have to clean up," Johnny replied, frowning as he looked to the mess they'd made in the bathroom.
"There's dinner for you, too, sparky," she called back over her shoulder to her husband, wondering how Johnny's jealous streak was going to cope with having to share her with a dog, even if it was only for a little while. "We can clean up later. It won't take long, and your pizza won't stay hot if you wait."
Sparky. It was a good name for a dog, but as Liv's nickname for Johnny, it was already taken. "Pizza?" he asked, perking up. He fully intended to clean up the bathroom, but if she was offering him pizza first, he was all for that. "What do you think we should name him?" Johnny inquired as he followed the pair from the bathroom.
"He followed you home, you get to name him," Liv grinned cheerfully, chickening out of that little conundrum with impish good humor. "You, sit." This was directed at the dog, who had clearly had some training, since he planted his rear end right where he stood to watch as she poured a cupful of food into one of the bowls and set it down on the floor of the kitchen. "Okay, c'mon. Dinner!" As the dog moved to eat, apparently pleased with the biscuits she'd brought home, Liv glanced up at Johnny with a smile. "What do you think suits him? It is a him, right?"
Johnny watched as Liv instructed the dog and the dog obeyed, impressed with them both. They seemed practically made for each other. He knew it had taken months of training to get Cosmo to behave, and even now the dog was just an overgrown puppy. This dog, by contrast, seemed to already know the rules of being housebroken, which only proved Liv's theory that he probably had a family out there looking for him somewhere. "I don't know. I never had a pet. Never had to name anything." Johnny had to smirk a little at her last question, however. "If lifting a leg to mark every tree he passes is any indication, I'd say it's a good bet he's a boy."
"Maybe you should call him Piddles, then," she chuckled, rubbing her hand over the dog's back as she bent to put down the full water bowl. She nodded toward the pizza box on the counter as she moved to wash her hands. "Tuck in. Just how you like it."