My Little Dashie: First Bath
"Dashie?" I called out. A few tiny hoof taps sounded against the wooden flooring of my house, and a particular cyan filly darted around a corner and skidded to a stop in front of me, gazing up at my face with those large, innocent violet eyes of hers. She blinked. Not only a week ago had she uttered her first words, and just recently she had been exploring the house while I was away at work.
I set my keys in the cupboard above the sink I normally keep them in, before reaching down and grabbing the filly with both hands, setting her on the countertop by the sink. She sat down on her haunches, and continued staring up at me as I cranked the handle on the sink engraved with a large "H". Water poured out the nozzle, which quickly snagged her attention.
I had retrieved water for her before via the sink (as my refrigerator's water dispenser had been broken since before my parents passed), but, from her diminutive vantage point, she had never actually witnessed the wat