You know, there really aren't that many Snowy-centric stories out there. And he is such an integral part of the team. He really is a very smart pup, and he needs to come in to his own…

The usual - Not making any filthy lucre with this. Don't own Tintin & Company - Moulinsart does.

And even more of the usual…Standard grammatical apology, any mistakes are due to fumble fingers, sheer blindness and complete disregard for the English language.

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"You need a bath, Snowy."

"No-ah! No-ah!" Snowy responded quite strongly, absolutely sure he did not need a bath.

As he ran out of the room, his young master right behind him, he heard the boy yell. "Snowy, bad dog, get back here right this instant!"

Evading a bath beat being called a bad dog any time.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to change your name to Dirty-beige!"

'Fine by him' Snowy barked in reply.

He ran down the hallway and then bounced down the stairs (evading the broken one, he had no idea why the two legged human's had such trouble…) and finally scooted out the door as Nestor opened it for a delivery man.

Hesitating for a moment to see if it was possibly Mr. Cutts, the butcher, Snowy huffed in disgust to realize it was only the green-grocers.

Pausing a bit too long he was almost caught as a pair of freckled arms reached out for him but he managed to evade them just in time.

Then it was quite the merry chase running around the large grounds of the estate. He led Tintin up hill and over dale, into and out of bushes, around trees and literally through the woods and over the river. Well, the small creek that ran through the woods.

Joyously barking throughout it all, Snowy made sure to keep just in reach. Didn't want to spoil the fun by having his master think he'd never catch him. And even when the Captain tried to join in, that just made it twice as much fun. He had both of them running in circles and tripping over each other.

Finally he raced back into the house and led them from room to room, making sure to chase the cat a few times as well.

"Ok, (pant) you…win (pant). No…(Pant, pant) bath…for you." Tintin gasped, falling into a chair, his rosy cheeks aflame. The Captain had exited the game quite a while ago, claiming the need to wet his dry whistle and after all, Snowy was Tintin's responsibility. 'He' didn't have to sleep with the rather smelly ball of fur.

Seeing his master stand up and give his own self a sniff, he grinned a very satisfied doggy grin as he heard the boy exclaim that he was now even dirtier than Snowy was.

Snowy watched as the youth marched off to the bathroom. He waited until his master was just about finished.

And then leaped into the water, scattering it everywhere.

"SNOWY! Look what you've done!"

Even though Snowy was now being scrubbed from black nose to tip of wagging tail, it was all worth it. Perhaps his beloved master would think twice next time before going to all this fuss and bother.

Fin.