Firestone Hot Springs Good at Bein' Bad

The lumbering beast had heard of a spring nearby, which had interested him. Would it be like the spa back at his Master's mansion? Well, it wouldn't have the ornate marble, the towels, the girls massaging the various prostate figures about or the food....the rich, fatty, delectable food. But it would have the same effect, wouldn't it?

His hind legs were still smarting from his encounter with the narrow entrance and the smartass girl named Runt. That's why he needed to relax in the spring for a bit; while the scars went away, the areas where he was scraped and bitten smoldering persistently.

The white mist and sudden increase in temperature had signalled to him that he was indeed by the springs he was looking for. After a few moments of swatching through the whiteness, he found the liquid pools and without hesitating, sunk in. The wolf-dog nearly purred with approval, letting all of his folds of fat sunk deep into the depths of the water. His bright green eyes were close to shutting, when he realized he was not alone in the warm pool."Heya, doll. How're ya doin'?"