Seeing the new dog guy nod to her question, she nodded in return and flopped on the couch, continuing to watch whatever child's program was on currently until the food was done. "Ugh... it's like laying on a fur rug.... but not a nice one..." she muttered, unable to get the smell of dog hair out of her senses. Not that she would be able to, anyways, since she was apparently stuck there.<br/><br/>Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she glanced up to see Scott. She nodded quickly and got up and headed over to the table. She wolfed down the food, surprised how well the dog man had cooked it and how flavorful it was. "Mmmm, so good..." she purred contentedly.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she felt herself being picked up. She yelped, grabbing onto the dog man's shirt in a panic. "What are you doing?! Hey! HEY!" She flailed in his arms with annoyance. Hadn't she made it perfectly clear that she didn't like being petted? He seemed a bit nervous, but she didn't understand why. Finally, she was just plopped down in a bathroom, though it was huge compared to the one she had at home. He started turning dials, turning the water on and off, appearing quite confused. She arched a brow at him, reaching up and trying to turn one of the dials. It was kinda heavy, but she managed and turned on the hot water for the shower. Turning on the cool water, she tested it with her hand, then turned either one of the knobs until it was just right.<br/><br/>She then turned to him, and made a 'shoo' motion, hoping he would get the picture and let her shower in peace.