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WARNINGS:None.

Please be aware that this log does not follow SSC or RACK principles. As well, although both pups are members of Citadel, the actions contained herein do not take place on Citadel property and are neither condoned nor endorsed by said organization.

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Today has already got him flustered. It's his job, today, to bathe the beasts that Master calls dogs. It's not that he thinks the animals will attack him - though each time he nears them, he swears they're sniffing at him, just waiting - but their size alone is enough to intimidate most and it does it in spades to Chace. For now, however, he sits on the floor by the couch, eyes on Master.

"After the dogs get their bath, then time for dinner. Best to do them one at a time, tie up the other one so he doesn't mess things up. It doesn't have to get them all the way dry, just get them mostly. Don't want a wind coming up and getting them cold."

Getting THEM cold? Chace stares at Master for a moment, dreading the chore that's been dealt to him. "Tie one up, yes Master. Dry? It has to dry them too? Both of them?" He's not sure how you bathe, much less dry, an animal that's nearly as big as you are, but the thought of it sort of makes him sick to his stomach.

"Does it really need me to answer that?" Mark's words come out in the slow pace he has not used in some time. "Truly?" He stares at it, head lifting up from the couch. "And it is repeating my words."

"No Master, it doesn't need you to answer, it's just that..." Chace glances toward the yard and a shudder races through him, the hairs on his neck standing on end. "They still scare it, Master. The way they look at it. Like...lunch."

"They will not hurt it. They will not do anything to it unless I say so. Now hurry up so it can take a shower itself before dinner." Mark lays back on the couch. "Should take 10-15 minutes each."

Ten to fifteen minutes each, unless one eats it! Staring out the door, Chace sighs. "Yes Master. It'll try to hurry up without getting mauled." Pushing up and heading to the closet in the wash room, Chace gathers the items, wondering exactly how you dry a snarling beast. "Towels? Lots of towels." He pulls six towels into his arms then grabs one more for himself, picks up the shampoo and heads outside.

Mark watches as it goes outside. He smiles to himself, knowing his thing will be fine but enjoying how scared it is for no reason.

Mumbling as he nears the dog houses, Chace whistles for the animals, jumping as they come barreling toward him, snorting and snuffling and he swears picking out which part of him to eat first. "One move toward a hole and you'll be sneezing bubbles for a week." He has no doubt that would earn him a beating like he's never had before, but the idea makes him chuckle.

Securing one of the dogs is the easy part, it's the trying to wash the other that proves to be a bit like castrating a bull. Trying to wash the beast without squatting proves nearly impossible and he ends up on his ass in the dirt more than once.

"I should have set the camera up for this. It will learn, but this first time I should have film. Damn." Mark moves over a little more to see better.

There's now mud in places that mud should never be in and Chace wonders if it'll ever actually come clean. "Would you hold still!" He's not sure if the dog's trying to get a better vantage point to ride him, to make a meal of his left thigh or if the thing thinks he's playing, but either way it's not working. "Damnit!" He's now got shampoo more on himself than the dog and... "NO! DON'T SHAKE! FUCK!"

Mark knows he should get after his thing for cursing at the dogs, but he is too busy laughing instead. Oh yeah, really should have gotten the camera. Forcing himself in control for a quick moment, he stands up and goes to knock on the door. His face is only stern long enough for it to see him, then he turns to hide his smile.

Hearing the sound from the direction of the house, Chace turns and looks. The dog, seeing that Chace's attention is lacking, decides to attempt to grab the hose and Chace, not about to let that happen, yanks back. The fall takes forever and he lands nearly in front of the other dog who is still secured to the post. "You're loving this, aren't you?" he asks with a snide sneer to the animal.

Spraying the one, he finally gets the thing rinsed then looks around for the towels. "Fuck..." Holding the animal by the collar to hopefully prevent it from shaking, he grabs and towel and begins to rub. The mud in his ass crack is drying, the mud on the ground squishing between his toes and he smells like a cross between tea tree shampoo and wet dog.

"I might have to make that a regular chore once it gets warm again. Not bad for a first try either." Mark sits back down on the couch and gets comfortable as he watches his thing. "One down, one to go."

Grumbling he turns to the second animal and sighs. The chore on a small dog might be one thing, the chore on an animal that stands as tall as he does, not to mention the fact that the animals both have had him, makes the task that much more horrible. With the first dog hooked back to the post, Chace goes for the second one, wetting the animal down as he does. "Hold still!"

Next time for sure the camera is going up. Maybe after the dogs have gone to the back lot and had their fun. Make it worth its wild. Mark chuckles to himself. He makes a quick rush to the kitchen to get something to drink before settling back to watch the fun.