"C'mon girl, let's get you clean." Jim said as he picked Angel up for what was probably her first bath in a long time.

While Jim Dear cleaned Angel up, an as-of-yet unbathed Scamp couldn't help, but recount some of the very exciting things he had done out on the streets.

"...and there were cars everywhere and dumpsters...the junkyard dogs...Buster..." He said rambled on to nobody in particular.

Tramp cleared his throat when he heard his old friend's name, "Alright Whirlwind." He attempted to stop his son to no avail.

"...dad's old friend says he betrayed him!...got me thrown in the pound..." Scamp continued without a care in the world.

Lady raised her eyebrow at Tramp, who let out a nervous chuckle, "Calm down now, Whirlwind." He said, a little louder.

"...crazy dog...Reggie...almost bit my head off...then dad came in..."

"Uhm...come on now Scamp." Tramp tried one last time under Lady's intense stare.

"...there was this weird dog too, said dad was 'the one who got away from her', whatever that's supposed to mean..."

This seemed to be the last straw, as Lady opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Jim picked up Scamp and began to give him a bath. This prompted complaints from his three, bath-loving cocker spaniel sisters.

"Why does he get a bath first!" Danielle sounded off.

"My paws are way dirtier!" Collette complained.

"He probably doesn't even want a bath." Annette finished off.

Tramp tip toed away and hid upstairs. "Man, I could just about cover Jim Dear in some loving dog slobber about now." He thought happily.

"Tramp!" The angry call of his mate found it's way to his ears. He quietly ran into Jim and Darling's bedroom, choosing to take refuge under their bed, rather than confronting Lady.

"Tramp! Come out!" Her second call was louder and angrier. "Nope." He thought, "I'm somehow just gonna' stay here forever and ever and ever and ever and ever..."

"If you come out, I won't be angry!" She tried again. "...and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever...not angry? Sounds like a deal to me!"

At that he rushed out to meet his mate. Oblivious to the obvious trick she had played on him, he met her with a smile and a wagging tail. Upon realising his strange foolishness, his ears dropped and he prepared for the earful that was coming his way.

After 10 minutes of unpleasant ranting she had him backed against a wall and uttered a single word, "Explain."

He probably should have been afraid of her right then, but he wasn't. He almost wanted to smile, instead he just said, "I love you."

"What?" She was taken aback.

"I love you Pidge."

She sighed, "Tramp, if you think..."

Suddenly he was nuzzling her, "I love you...Lady."

Now her heart was fluttering.

"I love you and our boy...he's growing up."

And just like that he walked back downstairs.

She didn't know what had just happened. Whether to be angry at his obvious charm, or happy with his loving statements.

One thing did keep itself in her head above all else and it was the last thing he said to her.

"Our boy...he's growing up."