Arlo's glasses were on the floor, with Arlo on his back, blinking confusedly. Nugget was sitting on his chest, panting contentedly.
She places her hands on her hips with a sigh before placing him back in the bath. "Shame on you, attacking your dad."
The dog wiggled happily, his tongue lolling out contentedly. Arlo glared at him. "It's like he's only bad when you're not around."
She laughed brightly, washing off her hands in the water. "Speak of the devil. I have to go grab a cup for the water."