She sits slightly lower than you and leans in to bump her nose into your neck. Looking over the top of her matted hair, you can see her toned musculature move underneath her fur, ”Whatta ya waiting for Anon.” Her voice and your name are a dangerous combination. The proper tuning of one or the other could easily make your heart stop beating. Unsure of how to handle this yet unseen side of her you opt to start drying her off as soon as possible. Her head stays suspiciously close to your face and it makes it awkward to do your job.