Captive No More part VIII

Tanto, my grandfather’s dog,

shook the rain off his furs

as vigorously as he could

being a dog who hated water

and always tried to escape

whenever Iya, my great grandma

made any move whatsoever

to give him his weekly scrub.

He could easily tell it was his bath time

as soon as grandma brought out a large pot

filled to the brim with water

together with a sponge and black soap

placing the bathing things