She might find a few rough furred mats that needs to be cut and trimmed. She could either do it herself later on or find an appointment with an expert groomer to get his appearance back to shape. Either way, with the rush of water and soap, at least the hard to rinse out dirt from his fur is being washed out.

"Thank you." His tail swayed back, and he closed the door. The only sight is his naked figure silhouette that she could make out if she catches a look.

After a few long moments, he'll come all clean and lost the smell of the street, the dirt, and grime from his skin. Any other imperfections just need a visit to the groomer to fix him up.

"I'm done. I tried my best, so I hope you find me acceptable." He gets dressed in the clothes she gives him, and he'll curled up on the sofa for beddings to rest for a while.