"Two biscuits!" Lancelot echoes, and he rubs the shampoo up around her ruff again and into her ears. Lily looks about as unhappy as a dog can be, but he just grins at her. "Who's a lucky puppy, two biscuits! Come on, then, let's get you rinsed off girly. Then you can be dry again!"

Grabbing for the shower head again he tests the water temperature, rinses off his hands then shuffles back to begin rinsing the soap out of her tail and back-legs first before he works his way along.

"I'm not sure if you've ever seen her quite this white before," Lancelot adds, because her poor flattened wet fur is definitely getting very clean now.