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Americans adopted millions of dogs during the pandemic. Now what do we do with them?

With the country thrust into uncertainty by the omicron variant, a nation of dog lovers grapples with how to return to ‘normal life’ and care for their pandemic pups

Jacob Bogage

January 7, 2022

Americans face a moment of reckoning with their pandemic pups — and the money they spend on them.

Apollo, a black Labrador in Silver City, N.M., is complicating his owner’s moving budget with his voracious appetite. In Los Angeles, Zuri the Chihuahua mix’s surprise bee allergy has her mom fretting over more unexpected medical bills. In Sacramento, Cowboy the labradoodle’s parents are trying to train him out of his shoe-chewing separation anxiety.

With the country thrust into uncertainty by the omicron variant of the coronavirus, the millions of Americans who welcomed pets into their homes since the first shutdowns in March 2020 are facing shocks to their household budgets and logistical challenges as they try to predict the course of the pandemic and make preparations to return to work and social activities in person.

More than 23 million American households — nearly 1 in 5 nationwide — adopted a pet during the pandemic, according to the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA). Even President Biden adopted a new dog, Commander.

And many dog owners have spent the pandemic pampering those pooches. Americans spent $21.4 billion on nonmedical pet products through November, plus another $28.4 billion on dog food, according to market research firm Euromonitor International. Rover, a gig-economy platform that focuses on overnight boarding and dog-sitting, reported a record $157.1 million in revenue for the quarter ending Sept. 30.

Now some puppy parents are facing as much as thousands of dollars in additional costs as they prepare to return to life in person.

With many doggy day cares and boarding centers nationwide reporting months-long waiting lists — and newly adopted pets often lacking the socialization for boarding — pandemic pet owners are appealing to families, friends and businesses to ensure their dogs are living their best lives, or at least not spending the day alone. Veterinary practices report being slammed with appointment requests. Vet emergency rooms are warning of longer wait times.

In a pandemic, these pups have made all the difference

Gig-economy dog-walking and boarding platforms Wag and Rover say they have received waves of new customers as different parts of the country emerge from social distancing. So far, Wag CEO Garrett Smallwood said, spending and memberships have followed red state/blue state lines, with Republican-leaning states more likely to open up faster. The newest customers are about 20 percent more active on Wag than customers pre-pandemic, Smallwood told The Washington Post.

“If you had your pet before the pandemic, you had a routine, you knew what you were doing,” Smallwood said. “Whereas, if you adopted your pup during the pandemic, you’re building this routine together now, and you’re learning about leaving your dog alone.”

Danielle Diaz, a county government employee in Silver City, N.M., adopted Apollo, a black Labrador retriever, as a birthday present to herself in July 2020. He was 4 weeks old and he’d been weaned too early. Diaz fed him a paste of puppy food mushed with water when she first got him home, because he wasn’t old enough to eat dry kibble.

Nearly a year and a half later, Apollo is 100 pounds. He eats 12 cups of dog food per day, a $45 40-pound bag of dog food every three weeks.

Adopting Apollo cost $80, Diaz said, an easy investment for a loyal companion. She’s spent probably thousands of dollars more on him since. Day care costs $400 a month. Between food, toys, treats and vet bills — he’s had multiple infections after eating deer and rabbit droppings in the yard — “pretty much all my money, my whole paycheck, goes to him,” Diaz said.

The additional expenses have complicated plans to save for a house with her boyfriend when Diaz finishes graduate school in a couple of years.

“I’ve never sat down and done the math, because I don’t want to know how much it is in total,” Diaz said.

Many dog owners report spending the money saved during the pandemic — from not commuting, going out to eat or taking vacations — on their pets.

Fauci is my dog

Barkbox, the subscription treat and toy service, saw membership increase by 39 percent compared with the same period a year ago, the company told The Post, and revenue increased by 130 percent between April and September compared with the same period in 2020.

Siobhan McKenna, a high school teacher in the Boston suburbs, found a day care run out of the home of a veterinary technician for her Australian shepherd, Smokey, when she returned to in-person work at the start of the 2020 school year.

Compared with other day cares with their own storefronts, this one is much cheaper, she said, but she and her boyfriend still felt they had to cut things out of their budget.

They don’t go out for date nights as much, both to practice caution during the pandemic and to save money for Smokey. McKenna and her boyfriend are cooking at home more, rather than grabbing Chipotle on a weeknight or buying lunch.

McKenna said she hopes to get a dog walker for Smokey this year on the days when her pup does not go to day care. Lately, though, she’s more interested in taking training classes with Smokey for more mental stimulation and to ease separation anxiety.

Others are easing their dogs back in to the day-care routine — and that can be costly.

Dog days

Amy Mercadante, the owner of Affectionate Pet Care, a boarding, grooming and day-care facility in Fairfax City, Va., said some regulars kept up their monthly membership payments during the pandemic, even though they weren’t bringing in their dogs, so their pups could return to a familiar routine when their humans return to work.

In Los Angeles, Janet Kim, who owns the day care Oh Hello Dog, turned her “introduction to day care” training course — basically, How To Be A Dog 101 — into a break-even business and a feeder program to build up her day-care client roster. Her new dog evaluation schedule has a four-week waiting list.

Zuri the 1-year-old Chihuahua mix’s surprise bee allergy upended owner Cheyenne Matthews-Hoffman’s budget the same week of the pup’s adoption, when she swallowed a bee in the backyard.

Within moments, Zuri’s eyes fluttered and she passed out — requiring a trip to the nearest veterinary emergency room. Matthews-Hoffman handed her seven-pound puppy to a vet and bawled, then walked to a nearby Target to buy treats and dog toys.

Zuri emerged two hours later with a healthy strut and a wagging tail. Matthews-Hoffman, a digital content creator in Los Angeles, came out with a $600 bill, which she paid in two installments because she’d already spent hundreds of dollars preparing her home for Zuri’s adoption.

“After I paid that bill, I thought, I have to find a vet that’s not that expensive,” she said. “And was this expensive because it was an emergency, or are all vet appointments like that? I didn’t do any research on how much emergency vet appointments cost. And then I had to research how to get rid of bees in your backyard.”

The lofty cost of such care is not uncommon for people who adopted pets during the pandemic, said Rebecca Axelrad, who runs the nonprofit Buddy’s Healing Paws, which raises money to help pay for emergency veterinary treatment.

Dog owners can budget costs in advance for food and toys and routine vet bills, but that’s harder for emergency medical expenses.

The voices we make when we pretend our dogs can talk

The costs can leave pet owners in an unthinkable position: scrape together the money to care for a suffering animal, or euthanize a creature many people view as part of the family.

“During the pandemic, I’ve had a lot of people reach out to me saying they got a dog or cat during the pandemic but then they lost their job, or their spouse lost their job, or money got tight,” Axelrad said.

Since August 2020, Buddy’s has disbursed more than $20,000, Axelrad said, raising it through online donor campaigns and auctions.

For Matthews-Hoffman, it means saving more. “I’ve kept the mind-set, to make me feel a little bit better, I always think she’s going to exceed however much I’m saving for her, so maybe I should save a little more,” Matthews-Hoffman said about her budget for Zuri. “You literally never know what could happen. What if she’s allergic to something else?”

Changing schedules and separation anxiety

Cowboy the labradoodle is a professional sleeper. He cuddles up to his toys while his human mom, Caroline Cirrincione, works from home outside Sacramento. He sleeps in the car on the way to and from his monthly grooming session. He squeezes in between Cirrincione and her boyfriend on the bed when they go to sleep at night.

He also chews on her shoes.

“All of my Christmas gifts this year were shoes,” Cirrincione said. “I had to do a big overhaul after he ate a few pairs.”

As Cirrincione, who works in advocacy around the California state legislature, spends more time outside the house for work, an anxious Cowboy has fallen into some destructive habits.

He’s learned how to open the closet door to access shoes. Locked in a bedroom once while Cirrincione tried to get him accustomed to being alone, he chewed a hole in the door.

“Everyone says he has the purest intentions, but he’s this massive dog with no boundaries and he chews your shoes,” Cirrincione said. “He knows when he’s done it and it’s wrong, and we’ll look at each other and he’ll look at me like, ‘I’m so sorry I did this.’”

Cirrincione and her boyfriend are experimenting with sending Cowboy to day care as they venture out of the house after getting their vaccine booster shots. They’ve found one that fits their budget but can only send Cowboy a couple of days a week. In the meantime, they’re making more of an effort to bring Cowboy with them on vacation, out to eat or when visiting with friends to cut down on his chances to gnaw on their footwear.

Caitlin Mahoney, a musician and office worker in New York, has leaned on family, neighbors and a hired dog walker for her 2-year-old Chihuahua-cattle dog mix Annie.

Mahoney is fully vaccinated and got a booster shot before Thanksgiving. She is starting to play shows again in New York and thinking about scheduling tour dates — which would probably not be compatible with a canine’s schedule.

In the new year, she is moving to Los Angeles and booking West Coast tour dates for her forthcoming album. She’s in the market for a new dog-sitter.

“It’s been a great joy,” she said, “to learn how to share Annie.”

Best friend and business inspiration

For Sekayi and Farai Fraser of North Potomac, Md., their 20-month-old black Lab, Brock, went from the center of their family’s affection — complete with a raincoat and a Christmas tracksuit that he refuses to wear — to the hub of a growing neighborhood business.

After a family friend offered Sekayi, 16, and Farai, 14, a few dollars to look after their dog for a night, the boys founded “Potomac Pooch Pals.”

They charge $35 a night to check in on a dog at another home or to bring a dog over to spend the night with Brock. The dogs end up tuckering each other out, said the boys’ mother, Mondi Kumbula-Fraser. The extra exercise means Brock needs fewer sessions at day care.

Before the emergence of the omicron variant, Sekayi and Farai were preparing for an uptick in business around Christmastime. By the start of December, they already had four reservations. Then, their booking calendar — and plans to expand their business — were scrambled by increasing infection rates. Both boys are vaccinated, but while omicron rages, taking new clients is difficult. Kumbula-Fraser is wary of other dog owners coming into their home to drop off their pups and of her sons going into others’ homes.

The boys are making plans to sign up new clients as soon as coronavirus cases in their community drop again. They’ve recruited friends from school and around the neighborhood to market their services and walk dogs, too. A cousin promised to advertise in her neighborhood.

There’s one condition, Sekayi said: The dogs must be compatible with Brock. “I don’t want to take any clients that don’t get along with priority numero uno.”

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utterlyinevitable · 4 years

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Mc meeting Jenner during the skipped time! Thank u 💖

Okay, so...

I am a firm believer that Jenner was Ethan’s childhood dog and if he still exists, he’d live in Providence with Alan.

With that lil disclaimer, let’s go on this journey of pretending the pups not ancient!

MC (Becca) Meeting Jenner

With Louise in the picture, Ethan has seen his dad more often than once a month. Alan tries to visit Boston every other week to check up on everyone.

One of the weekends he comes down, he hadn’t heard from Ethan in about three weeks. He understands his son is under endless stress from work and how he certainly wasn’t handling the change in career well. Overworking himself to distract from the inevitable conversations that need to be had and decisions that need to be made.

If he knew anything about his son, it’s that he has a soft spot for big puppy dog eyes.

So Alan packed him and Jenner up and made their way to Boston.

On the ride Alan called Ethan a few times to tell him and even tried to send a god forsaken text message, but no response.

Not wanting to bring a dog to a hospital, Alan went straight to Ethan’s condo to drop Jenner off.

He didn’t expect for the front door to be unlocked when he tested the knob.

Cautiously, Alan entered the apartment keeping Jenner on a tight lead.

“Ethan? Are you home?”

At the sound of the older man’s voice, Becca quickly threw on sweatpants and a baggy sweater and met him in the hallway outside the master bedroom.

“Oh! Dr. Lao. Have you moved in?” “No,” she laughed. “He lets me live in his bathtub and raid his liquor cabinet on my days off.”

She turned her attention right to the labradoodle: “Who’s this cutie pie!?” “This would be Jenner.” Her eyes lit up, “Really?” “Really.”

Alan let the dog off the leash and he attacked MC with kisses. She was absolutely ecstatic. His coat was so soft and fluffy and he must’ve had a bath recently because he smelled of lovely vanilla.

Alan set up the dog bowl and as soon as the food hit the metal Jenner ran to the kitchen, completely losing interest in MC. She laughed and followed.

Alan and MC exchanged a few smaller remarks about the journey, when Ethan was expected home, how he’s been doing, how everything has been for her recently, and how the Ramsey men were handling Louise from Alan’s perspective.

Alan still held onto hope that Ethan would join him in visiting her one of these days.

Neither of them would push him to accept his mother back in his life. He’d make his own decisions in his own time, and all MC and Alan wanted was for him to let go of all that harbored anger.

Alan left after an hour to head to the rehab. Letting MC know that he could pick Jenner up later that evening before heading home, or they could keep him for a week if their work schedules permitted. Just have Ethan call him when he gets back.

Three hours later Ethan came home to an empty condo. He’d finally spoken to his dad and was excited to take Jenner on his run that evening and for the next 10 days.

He searched the whole apartment for any sign of the dog or MC. Nothing. The condo was eerily tidy and quiet. The only sign of life being the food wafting from the counter.

So he pulled out his phone and called her.

“Hey,” she answered rather chipper. “Where are you?” “My place.” “And my dog?” “Oh, you mean my new best friend? Jenner’s with me. The guys saw him on my Stories and wanted to meet him. Doubt you’d want my friends knowing where you live, so we came here.”

She had a point. Her group of friends, however lovely, were leeches. As soon as they’d be invited over he knew any sort of gathering would be happening at his place. Whether he approved of it or not.

Ethan took a cab to her place.

He had to practically drag MC and the dog out of there. Sienna would not let Jenner go. Ethan had to agree that she could bring him homemade dog biscuits during the week and have a playdate with him in order to get out of there before sunset.

The couple and Jenner took a long walk back to the condo.

MC served up the slow cooked chicken and dumplings she had simmering in the crockpot all day. While she was in the open-plan kitchen she kept sneaking glances at Ethan perched on the edge of the couch doting on Jenner with the most affectionate belly rubs.

Sneakily, she took a photo of the scene.

No one would ever believe Dr. Terminator would be putty in a puppy’s paws. This was another tender side of Ethan that only MC got to see.

So she kept the photo to herself and joined her good boys on the couch.

#asked #jenner the dog #jenner ramsey #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #open heart #open heart hc #hc #Anonymous

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Sixty-Eight

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: FLUFF SO MUCH FLUFF, and a wee bit of smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

The next day you and Harry drive out to a Lowe’s to check out their outdoor section. Your balcony wasn’t huge, but it was large enough to fit a small table a few chairs, with room to fit a grill.

“These chairs are comfy.” You say sitting down on one of them. “Come sit, tell me what you think.” Harry shrugs and takes a seat in your lap, and you start laughing.

“Rather comfortable I’d say.” He moves his butt from side to side. “Could really see myself sittin’ on this outside.”

“Harry!” You squeal. “Get your big butt off of me, we’re in public!” You giggle. He turns to look at you.

“Oh, so when we’re in public you don’t want this ass, but at home-“

“Harry!” Your face goes beat red, and he stands up. You stand up and shake your head at him. “Please, just sit in the chair.”

“Geeze, didn’t think you’d get all flustered.” He sits down. “This genuinely is a nice chair, I think we should get a few.” He stands up and takes your hand. “What do you think of a glass table, this round one looks nice?”

“Good eye, I agree.” He kisses your temple, and then you go to look at the grills.

“We don’t need a huge one right now, just somethin’ to get the job done.”

“I don’t even know how often we’d use it, we don’t eat meat.”

“Yeah, but we could throw veggie burgers on it, or just regular veggies. Corn, god, I love corn on the cob in the summer.”

“Me too, actually.”

You both pick one out that you like, and find an associate to order everything up. The gift card your dad gave you was a big help. They said they’d be able to deliver everything by the middle of the week. Harry walks over to the paint section to show you some of the colors he’s thinking for his office.

“Lou called me yesterday, forgot to tell you.” Harry says on your drive home.

“Oh? Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, everything’s fine. They’ve just pushed the date off a little later. El wants to wait until the baby’s born. Said she didn’t want to be pregnant in all of her photos.”

“Don’t blame her for that.”

“Neither does he. Plus it just gives them more time to save up for everything.”

“How’s she doing?”

“Oh, she’s good, about to start her second trimester. Lou said you can actually see her bump. He’s been enjoying actually gettin’ to be a part of things this time. He didn’t get to do any of the pre-baby stuff with his ex, other than a few doctor’s appointments. He said every night he rests his head her stomach and like talks to the baby.”

“That is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I’d do the same thing, you know?”

“I’m sure you would. You’d have a stack of bedtime stories ready to go too.”

“Mhm, and I’d sing to it.”

“Harry…you don’t sing now.”

“I do sometimes.”

“Only if the volume’s turned all the way up.”

“Maybe I get a little self-conscious because you’re such a good singer.”

“I am not, stop it.”

“You’re more confident.”

“Doesn’t mean I sound good. Although, when I can actually hear you, I have to say, you have a lovely voice.” He blushes and takes your hand to kiss it.

You get home and start up a few chores. Your sheets were in desperate need of a wash. Harry scrubs down the kitchen while you take care of the living room.

“We can go to the grocery store tomorrow right? I don’t really feel like goin’ back out.” He says.

“Of course, no rush with that. Just wanted to get some of the cleaning done today.” Harry’s phone goes off, and he answers it.

“Hello?” He furrows his brows and then his face softens. “Oh hey! Yeah, no, just took me a second, how are you?” He walks away from you. You shrug and sit on the sofa, turning the TV on. About twenty minutes later he comes over to sit down next to you.

“Who was that?”

“Old friend from uni who lives up in Vermont.”

“Oh?”

“He, uh, breeds labradoodles. Two of ‘em just had a fresh littler.”

“How often do you talk to this friend?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Once in a while. Anyways, I know your allergies get bad, but labradoodles-“

“Are you asking me if I want a dog?”

“A puppy.” He corrects you. “And for free at that.”

“Dogs are like three thousand dollars, he’s just going to give you one for free?”

“He owes me a favor.”

“For what?”

“None of your business.”

“Harry Edward Styles.” You gasp.

“Y/F/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.” He crosses his arms. “Do you want have a dog with me or not?”

“Do you think now’s the right time? We’re both always so busy.”

“I could bring it to the studio with me, it’ll be like havin’ a shop dog.”

“That’s true.”

“And I know a dog is a lot different than havin’ a kid, but I think it would help with the baby fever.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“I mean it! Please, please can we get the puppy? He sent me some pictures, this one would be ours.” He shoves his phone in your face, and you see the cutest little brown haired puppy you’ve ever seen.

“Harry, can we even afford a dog with everything going on right now?”

“Think we could manage it. Buy the food in bulk. It’s the vet visits at the beginning, and then it shouldn’t be too bad.”

“Is this a boy or a girl? Not that it really matters…”

“Think it’s a boy.”

“What would we name him?” Harry’s grin grows.

“Are you saying we can get the dog?”

“Obviously! Look at how cute he is!” Harry takes you in his arms and practically squeals.

“We can name him, uh, whatever you want, lemme call my friend back.” He gets up and makes the call. He comes back a few minutes later, very excited. “Said the pup’ll be at eight weeks this week, so we can pick him up next weekend if we want.”

“Next weekend?! We have to get so much stuff. Food, bowls, a collar, a tag. We’ll have to register him at town hall.” Harry grabs your face and kisses you.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” You sigh. “Now, what should we name him, let me see the picture again.” He hands you his phone. ‘What names do you like?”

“Max?” You look at him and scrunch your face.

“That’s so generic. What about Peter?”

“Peter?!”

“Yeah, we could call him Pete.”

“We are not namin’ our dog Peter.” Harry gasps and snaps his fingers. “I’ve got it.”

“What?”

“Winston.”

“Winston?”

“How fuckin’ cute would that be?”

“Winston Styles?”

“Oh, so the dog would have my last name?”

“Duh, he’s going to be our baby isn’t he?” You think for a second. “What about Buster?”

“Buster Styles…that could work.” You both look at the picture again. “He looks like a Buster.” He throws his arm around you.

“Yeah, he does.”

“You’re gettin’ a dog?!” Niall says in the car Monday morning.

“Yup, his name is going to be Buster. He’s so cute Niall.”

“That’s a huge step.”

“Oh, and being on the same lease together isn’t?” You joke.

“No, it’s just…like if something happened…now a dog is in the middle of it.”

“Something as in us breaking up? Are you stupid?” He makes a face at you. “Niall, Harry and I are happier than we’ve ever been, why would you even say something like that?”

“I don’t know…just gotta think about those things sometimes. So, like, hypothetically speaking, you truly plan to marry Harry some day?”

“It’s not even a hypothetical, Niall. That’s the plan.” He smiles at you.

“Can’t wait for you two to fight over which weddin’ party I’ll be in.”

“Mine of course.” You scoff. “Fuck him.” You both laugh.

Harry and your dad finish all of the major renovations by Wednesday, which leaves him to start painting on Thursday. He told Rachel he’d prime everything. She came in after her school day was over to help him finish it up.

“I’ll be able to come after work tomorrow to start Mariah’s office. It looks so great in here.”

“Yeah, we did pretty good right?”

“Harry, can I ask you something?” He puts the paint roller down and looks at her. Rachel looked cute today, she had these white painters’ overalls on with splashes of old paint all over them. Harry just had old jeans he didn’t care about on and a t-shirt.

“Course.”

“We never really get alone time to talk. I guess, I just wanna know…um, I really care about Y/N, she’s one of my best friends…and I know you both love each other, but you’d never do anything to hurt her right?”

“Oh my god, no, of course not.”

“I care about her a lot, and I’ve never really liked any of the guys she’s dated. I like you, obviously, but I’ll be honest, it took me some time to warm up to you.”

“Really? Why didn’t you ever say anything to me?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “I was honestly shocked when she told me you wanted to set me up with someone, I didn’t know you cared that much. Mariah makes me really happy, so I’m sort of grateful for you.” She laughs.

“I felt terrible when all that stuff with Lora happened.” He sighs. “I’m really happy things are working out so well with you and Mariah.” You both grab the paint rollers and continue to prime the walls. “I want you to know…I’m in it for the long haul with Y/N.” She looks at you.

“What does that mean exactly? I know you two are getting a dog soon…”

“Yup, his name is gonna be Buster.” He smiles. “We’re drivin’ up to Vermont early Saturday morning. We’re gonna spend the night in the Burlington area, and then get the puppy Sunday.”

“That’ll be nice…what comes after the dog though?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, okay, you’re living together, and now you’re getting this dog with her…it’s all so…grown up.” Harry starts laughing.

“You make it sound like I’m this thirty-year-old dude sweepin’ her off from her life.”

“It’s just…last time a friend settled down we never saw her anymore, and you know how the rest of it went. Getting a dog with someone is like the test to see how you’d be as a parent. I feel like all of a sudden you two are gonna be in the suburbs with two kids and we’ll never see her anymore. Practically lost her once after the whole thing with Jake, I can’t lose her again.” Rachel feels tears prick at her eyes.

“Hey, woah, I’m not takin’ her away from anyone. And she’s told me she doesn’t exactly want to move out of the city yet either. There’s no rush for anything.”

“But you two talk about having babies all the time.”

“Not all the time.”

“Harry.”

“Well, it’s important to talk about don’t you think? Be on the same page with your partner.”

“You wanna marry her?”

“At some point, yeah.” She smiles and nods.

“You know, I had a huge crush on her when we first met.” She chuckles. “When we became really good friends, I eventually told her. I think we both cried. She told me she felt terrible that she couldn’t return my feelings. Like she was genuinely torn about it. I think it made us closer. I got over it of course, but that feeling of just wanting what’s best for her will always linger. When we got to spend that semester in California together it made me realize that she’s so special, you know? She deserves the world.”

“And I wanna give it to her.” He puts everything down. “Would it be alright if we hugged?” He had tears in his eyes too. She puts everything down and opens her arms up. They share a nice embrace. You and Mariah walk in with dinner. Mariah coughs loudly to get their attention.

“We just had to go and date the two biggest blubber bags out there, didn’t we?” She says to you and you start laughing.

“What the hell are we gonna do with you two, what happened?”

“We were having a nice moment until you two ruined it.” Rachel says sticking her tongue out at you. You stick yours out back. “What you bring for dinner?” She asks excitedly, walking over to Mariah to give her a kiss.

“Sushi.” She smiles.

“Got some foldin’ chairs in the back, hold on.” Harry says and goes to get them. He stops short, turns around to kiss you, and then goes to get them.

“He’s cute.” Rachel says.

“Yeah, he is.” You smile.

Harry comes back with four folding chairs so you all can sit and eat.

“Harry, if you leave me the keys I can come in this weekend to paint while you’re gone.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind. I can get Mariah’s office and the kitchen done easily. Then when you get back we can do the rest.”

“Then it’s just the furniture right?” Mariah asks.

“Yeah, we’re going to have a waiting area over there.” Harry points. “Two small love seats, and then Isaac’s desk should be here any day. Got him one that he can stand up at too like he’s been wantin’. And then our desks will be here in a couple of weeks along with our chairs. We can start bringing the equipment in once the painting is done.”

“I’m so excited, I can’t wait to put my two weeks in. It’s been insufferable without you there.”

“Right, because my attitude just brightened the whole place up.” He says sarcastically, making you all laugh.

“I swear I thought Julia was going to kill herself when she saw your office all cleared out after you left. Luckily, her and Dana are done in two weeks. We might actually hire Dana for the summer. Paige really enjoyed her help.” Harry nods. The mention of Julia’s name makes you cringe.

“You didn’t tell any of them where I went did you?”

“No, but everyone hounded me. I just told them you wanted to focus on your freelance work. Not like it was a lie.” She shrugs.

“I just don’t want any of them findin’ me. Isaac’s kept quiet?”

“Mhm, he’s just excited to get out of there too.”

The four of you finish eating, and you tell Harry you’ll see him at home while him and Rachel finish up. You’re in your pj’s, cuddled up on the sofa watching TV when he gets in. He strips all of his clothes off, besides his boxers, and plops down next to you.

“Harry…”

“Didn’t wanna get paint anywhere.” He yawns. “How’s my baby?” He kisses your cheek.

“Good.” You giggle.

“Just imagine, you’ll have a little pup all cuddled up with you on these later nights.”

“Mhm, it’ll be nice.” You yawn. “I need to set up the little bed inside the crate for him. I mean it, he’s not sleeping in the bed with us.”

“I never disagreed with you, but if he starts cryin’ you can be the one to comfort him.”

“He won’t cry because he won’t know any different. We just need to make the crate a safe space, not a punishment, then he’ll have no problem sleeping in it. Then when he gets a little older we can take the bed out of the crate and he’ll know that’s his bed.”

“You know I’m kind of looking forward to being away for the night.”

“Me too, I’m glad we’re making a weekend of it. I’ve never been to the Ben and Jerry’s factory, I’m so excited.”

“There’s a cider mill right down the road from there too that we should check out.”

“I’ve never been to Burlington either. I think I’ve been to Vermont like once in my life.” You laugh. “We never really had a reason to go.”

“The lads and I would head up there to buy weed on the cheap.” He says nonchalantly. “You know, before it was legal here.”

“Hm, interesting.”

“Alright, miss straight edge.”

“I’m not judging.”

“Mhm, yeah. There’s worse drugs out there, you know?”

“Yeah, like mushrooms.”

“Should’ve never told you that.” He shakes his head.

“Well, you did.” You crawl into his lap and he lays back so you can lay on him. “Hi.” You nuzzle into his chest.

“Hi baby.”

“What were you and Rachel doing earlier, when we walked in?”

“We just had a moment is all.” He strokes your hair and rubs your scalp. “She…really cares about you.”

“Yeah.” You look up at him. “She’s the best.” You smile and lean in to kiss him. “So are you.” You nuzzle your nose to his. “I love you so much, I’m really happy.”

“I love you too, darlin’. I’m happy too.” You kiss for a while on the couch before you both start to feel sleepy. Then it’s off to bed.

You both get up early Saturday to get to Vermont. It would be along, and annoying drive. You took some pills to help you not get carsick. Harry was an excellent driver, but you knew there would be a lot of back roads involved at some point.

You put on some cuffed jeans and a white short sleeve crop top. You pair it with a blue cardigan and your white tennis shoes. Harry has a loose pair of jeans on and a band t-shirt.

“I’m so happy it’s gettin’ warmer out.”

“Me too.” You look around. “Everything’s all set up for him.”

“Yup.” He kisses you and grabs the overnight bags. “Let’s go.”

Harry lets you put a playlist on. A mix of old and new songs. You gasp when a particular song comes on. You’ve Made Me So Very Happy by Blood Sweat & Tears.

“Oh my god I love this song!” You turn the volume up and sing along. “Have you heard this before?”

“Yeah, I thought a woman sang it.”

“There are a ton of covers. I think I like this one the best.”

You continue to sing while Harry listens to the lyrics. Every word perfectly describes how he feels about you.

I chose you for the one. Now I'm having so much fun… You treated me so kind, I'm about to lose my mind…You made me so very happy. I'm so glad you came into my life…

Harry makes a mental note of the song for future use, especially when he sees how much you love it. You hold his hand while you sing. You must resonate with the lyrics too.

You eventually make to the Ben and Jerry’s ice cream factory. You couldn’t wait to stretch your legs. You practically run inside.

“I need to pee so bad!” Harry laughs at you while you find a bathroom.

“Tour’s only five bucks a person, I got us two tickets.” He says when you come back. You thank him and wait to be called in with the rest of the group.

A short movie is shown, and then you all are brought in to see how the ice cream is packaged and produced. Next you’re brought downstairs where they give you a sample to try.

“Mm, oh my fucking god.” You can help but moan when you lick at the chocolate malt ice cream. Harry looks at you. “You have to at least try it.”

“I don’t like chocolate ice cream. And you better be careful that’s gonna upset your stomach.”

“No it won’t it’s only a little, and it’s soooo good.” You lick at it again and smile. “That’s some good shit, wow.”

When you’re done you take a picture together outside in front of the sign. You drive down the street to the cider mill. You go inside and see all of the things that can be made with cider and or syrup.

“Look Harry, a maple syrup hot sauce, this could be fun to try.”

“Sure.” He smiles.

“Are you feeling tired? I could drive the rest of the way to the hotel.”

“Would you mind? It would be nice to close my eyes for a bit.”

“Of course.” You kiss him on the cheek, pay for your things and head to the car.

You kept the music volume low while he slept. You pulled into the parking lot of the small hotel. It was really more like an inn.

“Baby, we’re here.”

“Hm? Oh, okay.” He stretches and gets out of the car. He grabs your bags and you both go in to check in.

You get into the room and put everything down. You both wash up and head back down to the car. You drive into Burlington and pay to park near Church Street.

“Look at all the shopping! And the lake! Who knew there was such a populated area?” You laugh.

“Well, UVM is like right over there.” He nudges you.

“Shut up.” You nudge him back.

You both do a little shopping before finding a nice vegetarian place to eat at. After dinner you head down to walk along the peer near the lake.

“I can’t wait to see Buster tomorrow, Harry.”

“Me too, baby.” He holds your hand as you walk.

“Do you think he’ll like us?”

“Of course!” He laughs. “We’ll be the best parents ever.”

You drive back to the hotel and you both get settled in for the night. You both do your nightly routines and get into bed. You face each other, limbs getting tangled in each other. Harry’s leg slides between yours, and he cups your cheeks in his hand. He pulls your face closer to his and your lips connect. You grind slightly against his lig, and he pushes it against you harder. A small moan leaves your lips. You tug at his shoulder to pull him on top of you.

He runs his fingers over your folds and fingers you for a bit to get you ready for him. You wrap your legs around him as he enters you and he kisses you. He buries his head in your neck while he rocks in and out of you. You grab one of his hands you lace your fingers together.

“Harry.” You moan. “Feels so good.” You look up at him and he’s already looking down at you. You kiss each other, and you pull him closer with your legs.

“Y/N.” He moans into your ear. “Love you so much.”

“I, ngh, love you too.”

He rocks in and out of your faster, and then with a sharp thrust, he gets in really deep and stays there. You grind against him as your tongue finds his.

“Oh my god, shit, shit, shit, Harry!” You release around his cock. You squeeze his hand tightly.

He picks up the pace again, chasing his own high. He pants and groans, and with another moan of your name he comes inside of you. He collapses next to you. You both kiss again, not leaving anytime to your breaths. He bites your bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth.

“I’m getting hard again.” He says against your lips.

“Want me to suck on it?”

“Please.”

He lays on his back and you get between his legs. Sure enough he was hard again. You don’t waste anytime getting your mouth on him.

“Fuck.” He groans. He thrusts up and you take him deeper down your throat. You swallow against him and cradle his balls. He grips at your hair and you start bobbing up and down him. “Shit, I’m gonna come.”

You give him a thumbs up as you keep your mouth on him. His come shoots into your mouth, and you take all of it. You come off him and swallow.

“Thank you.” He says, out of breath.

“Mm, my pleasure.”

You get up, use the toilet, and rinse your mouth out. You crawl back into bed, and he wraps himself around you. He kisses the back of your neck a few times before completely settling in.

The next morning you both get everything together, and head out to where Harry’s friend lives. It was only about thirty minutes later.

“Adam!” Harry says when he sees his friend coming out to greet him. “Hey, mate!”

“Harry!” The hug each other. “It’s been ages!” Another Brit, how interesting.

“Adam, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“Hey, greet to meet yeh!”

“Same to you.” You shake his hand.

“Pup’s in the barn, follow me.”

You take Harry’s hand and follow Adam around to the barn. You hang back while he goes over to the pen they’re in.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asks.

“I don’t want to watch him take him away from his mumma.”

“Oh, sweetie…”

Adam comes over cradling the puppy, and you burst into tears when he hands Buster to you. Harry and Adam look at each other and then look at you.

“He’s so beautiful, thank you.” The puppy yips, gives you a lick on the chin, and nestles into your arms. “Harry, he’s so cute.” You say through tears and a high pitched voice. “Here, you take him.”

He smiles and takes him from you. He holds him up in the air at first and then cradles him.

“He’s perfect.”

After chatting with Adam a bit longer, you take Buster out to the car. You had a car-seat for him, but you decide to hold him instead. You just didn’t wanna let him go. Harry would occasionally reach over and scratch his little head. He slept for most of the ride. You stopped a couple of times to give him some water and let him pee.

When you finally get home you let him scamper and sniff around. When it looks like he’s about to pee you pick him up and put him on a piddle pad.

“It’ll be easy enough to let him out for a wee, can just bring him to the balcony.”

“What and have our plants and new furniture smell like piss? No, no, we’ll be taking him out. The piddle pads will work for now. We’ll have to take him out every hour so he gets used to it. C’mon baby, are you hungry?”

“Actually, yeah, I a-“

“Harry, I was talking to Buster.” You shake your head at him and laugh. You whistle to Buster and he follows you. You scoop out some dog food and put it into his bowl. You stick your fingers into the dry food while he eats.

“What are you doin’?”

“I read about this. It helps the dog know not to bite you if you feed it treats and stuff. It needs to know it shouldn’t be rough with you.” Buster eats what he wants and then laps at his water bowl. “He’s just so tiny, I can’t get over it.” You pat the top of his head. “Okay, in like fifteen minutes we should take him out. I’m working from home tomorrow so I can help house train him.”

“Sounds good.” He smiles. “So…can we eat dinner then/”

“Sure, if you feel like whipping something up. I’ll have to take him to get registered with the city tomorrow. I’ll call the vet too to set up a check up like Adam said.”

“Thank you.” He kisses you and goes into the kitchen. Buster follows him in and so do you.

You take buster out to do his business every hour like you said. You ring a little bell each time you take him out too. Eventually the three of you get snuggled up on the couch together.

“Oh, let’s take a selfie, then all our friends can help welcome him.” You take your phone out and sit between Harry’s legs, facing away from him. You hold Buster up to your chest so you can get him in the picture. Harry kisses your temple right as you snap the shot. “God, I’m gonna cry again.”

“I couldn’t believe how emotional you got, usually I’m the mess.”

“I know!” The dog huffs. “Sorry baby, mumma didn’t mean to be so loud.” You coo as you strokes his hair.

Harry was so at peace. Hearing yourself refer to yourself as mumma thrilled him. When it was time for sleep, you put Buster inside his crate with his cozy bed. You stuck the crate in the hall outside your bedroom. You didn’t want to put it in the bedroom since he would wanna get on the bed with you. You start getting teary eyed when you get into bed.

“What is it, love?”

“I just feel bad leaving him out there all alone, I don’t want him to wake up scared.”

“Do you want to bring him in here with us?”

“No, we need to be stern about this. He needs to know our bed is for us, and his bed is for him. I’ll be okay.” You wipe your eyes.

“C’mere.” You lay your head on his chest and sigh.

Luckily, Buster didn’t make much of a peep throughout the night, and you and Harry were able to sleep just fine. Your little life with Harry was growing, and you couldn’t be happier. You weren’t sure if you were ready for the responsibility of having a dog, but somehow you ended up being a natural, and Harry took note right away.

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Louis Tomlinson - WIRED

How to pronounce Louis Tomlinson name? Well I just did that for you. Before, well before i was on the XF, all me friends from back home called me Lewis - I mean my name is Loui-e but they called me Lewis, that's what I was known as, back home. Then on me first audition Simon called me Louie, and I wasn't about to correct him, you know what I mean?

How old is Louis Tomlinson? I'm getting older, feels like i'm getting older. I'm 27, I am.

How is Louis Tomlinson? Yeah, I'm doing all right, fanks, I'm doing alright, that's a random google one. What does google say in response to that, I'd love to know.

How do I meet Louis Tomlinson? Come to tour, come to tour, and I'll meet you there, hopefully.

What's Louis Tomlinson favorite food?

I eat a lot of rubbish food, probably burgers. I eat a lot of McDonald’s, but in terms of the ultimate burger, it probably has to be In'N'Out. That is a proper burger.

What's Louis Tomlinson Zodiac Sign? There's a lot of talk of this while I've been doing promo in America, you guys love the zodiac stuff. Capricorn, I am. I was told recently about some of the characteristics of the Capricorn, think I may have like two of eight. What's Louis Tomlinson phone number? That is a question I won't be answering. Me number's got out quite a few times. and I like me own privacy, so unfortunately I'm not gonna give you that.

What kind of dogs does Louis Tomlinson have? I’ve got two. I’ve got a golden doodle and a labradoodle. Bruce and Cliff. They’re quite different dogs, the two of them. Bruce is like proper well behaved, good lad, proper like a pretty dog, you know what i mean? And cliff, he��s big he’s clumsy, he’s a thief cause you know everyone says dogs shouldn’t go anywhere near chocolate and i think maybe two or three easters ago he stole a full easter egg, a full easter egg, which I was worried about but i found out after that as long as they don’t eat their bodyweight in chocolate, you’re alright, so he lives to fight another day. Is Louis Tomlinson British? Too right, good to know.

Is Louis Tomlinson on tour? Not yet, glad you asked. About to go on the road next year. Tickets are on sale, go have a look.

Is Louis Tomlinson a football player? Yeah, me local club Donny Rovers, where I’m from I was lucky enough one year, I mean it was a bit of a PR thing on there but also I’m fairly decent football player, they signed me onto the box for a year, I was in the back of the program every game day, I got a squad number which i've got tattooed on me hand, 28, it was a good time to be around.

Is Louis Tomlinson Vegan? I’m not a Vegan, I mean, in England we’re doing all sorts at the moment, like vegan sausage rolls, which feels like a contraction to me, but I’m not a vegan, no, but respect to everyone who is.

What is Louis Tomlinsons favourite color? Red, I love red. Often try to incorporate that into pretty much anything I do really, creatively and also me football club, Donny Rovers, they play in red so that would be why.

What is Louis Tomlinson Just Hold On about? You know it's another one of those songs that's saying you know regardless what happens in life you just gotta try and be hopeful, really.

What Is Louis Tomlinsons middle name ? That'll be an obvious google answer, it's William. Don't use it that often, I imagine some of me fans know that that's me middle name, bit of trivia for you.

What movies has Louis Tomlinson been in? I haven't been in a movie other than that One Direction movie, starred in that. When I was really young I did the odd bit of extra work here and there, there's one really tragic clip online of me I think about 14 years old, I don't have a line but I look petrified.

Who is Louis Tomlinson best’s friend? Probably me ginger mate, Ollie, goes everywhere with me, lives with me most of the time, hears the songs first, most of the time. Went to school with me, I’ve known him for 10, 12 years now? Wow

Who is Louis Tomlinson X-Factor Judge I was an XF judge, also been on the show as a contestant. I was in this band called, One Direction, they were pretty big.

Who’s Louis Tomlinson Miss You About? Miss You was originally written, I was bouncing between different parties, all the night life LA has to offer, and there was moment where I felt like I was going along with enjoying it so much, and that’s kinda what that song is about

Who did Louis Tomlinson play for? Me Donny Rovers, but if we’re going far back, me sunday league team and local area was the first team that I joined, called Tickhill Juniors [FC], I think they’re still going. In fact, I got a mildly cheeky e-mail from them pretty recently asking for some funding. So, I’ll be in touch. Where was Louis Tomlinson born? I was born in Doncaster, probably best place in the world. If you haven’t been, you should go. Great holidays, absolutely love where I come from, great people where I come from, great night out as well.

Where does Louis Tomlinson currently live? I live between LA and London, and also try to get to Doncaster as much as I can. Quite a adjust jump. It’s forever hot here in LA, we’re about to get to November, and I’m red dot, and I’m just a true Brit, you know? When it’s Winter, I want cold. Where is Louis Tomlinson right now? Here, doing this little piece of camera for you!

Where did Louis Tomlinson go to school? In Doncaster there was a school called Hayfield School, went there 90% of me school life. Now I failed my A-Levels and didn’t have me back in, which was a bit unfair of them, so then I went to another school for a year and then I’m at the X-Factor.

Where did Louis Tomlinson audition? I auditioned in Manchester, when did the X-Factor. Basically, long story short, the judges see thousands of people, you know, across have many days. So I wanted to be the star of the auditions, so I started queuing up at like 4am because I wanted to be one of the first to be seen, figure I’d have a better chance then and I was right.

When was Louis Tomlinson born? Christmas Eve, 1991. Good times to have birthdays, everyone’s in a good mood.

When is Louis Tomlinson going on tour? My tour starts March next year and goes all the way to June? July? Super excited to be going on tour, feel like I’ve been waiting all me solo career for that moment. So pretty excited about that one.

When Louis Tomlinson Valerie? I’m imagining you talking about when I started with the band and got on our first tour and did a cover of Amy Winehouse’s Valerie, maybe you’re asking when I’m singing that again and the answer is I don’t know.

When did Louis Tomlinson perform JHO? I performed it a few times, it comes out off the top of me head 2017. My first performance was at the XF and I hadn’t done a solo performance on me own and the XF was always a big performance for us as a band so was good to be back and do that on my own was both exciting and nerve-wrecking.

Louis Tomlinson CUTE I’m not making this, Im sure I can read it. Louis Tomlinson Cute, I don’t know how to react to this one other than say ‘Thanks, love’

Louis Tomlinson Tattoos That I have many of, quite a few stupid ones. Trying to look which of me latest was, probably this horrible one [Robbie’s X on his right arm] I got at the XF. Not even straight lines, pretty bad.

Louis Tomlinson eye color I got blue eyes, not gonna lie. Me eyes do change color, when I wear a blue top it looks bluer. Planned well today, but normally, blue

Louis Tomlinson hairstyles Ain’t had that many of them to be honest. I’ve had three in rotation for the past nine years. What’s pretty funny about me hair though, from being in a band like One Direction, I’ve almost forgot how to do my own hair. It’s pretty tragic, innit? I’m lucky to have someone to do me hair, but there’s times where I got a night out and I’m looking at me hair and thinking ‘I don’t even know where to start?’ so I just put a cap on

Louis Tomlinson One Direction That’s the band I’m in, was in, whichever way you look at it at, don’t really know what else to say about that good time in me life. Hopefully we come back.

Louis Tomlinson Back To You Yeah, that’s the name of one of me songs. So I assume you bang that into google and my song will just pop straight up. Give it a listen if you want, did it Bebe Rexha, did the music video in Doncaster, where I’m from, so again, that’s special for me.

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mlqcfluff · 4 years

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The MLQC Boys; Adopting a Pet

A/N: So, Kiro’s cat is actually based off of a kitten I had when I was younger. He was a sweetie but also very stubborn. He always wanted to hop up on the cat tree, but always fell because he couldn’t hope too well without his back paw. He never gave up though! Anyway, have fun reading!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 753

Characters: Lucien, Victor, Kiro, & Gavin

🔬 Lucien

You walked home one day and there's just a random cat just chilling on the couch??

"Oh, you're home."

Lucien hugged you from behind like nothing was up.

"Why is there a cat in the living room?"

Lucien gave a small chuckle.

"I know we said no pets, but she was obviously in need of care. I brought her home, just to make sure she's okay."

While you walked up her, she gave out a sweet meow.

She knew you were there to help and take care of her.

Lucien walked up next to you and held your hand.

"I wanted to take her to the vet together so we could discuss what to do."

Once at the vet, you both found out the kitty was just very underweight and dehydrated.

Nothing else was wrong, so you brought her home to watch her TEMPORARILY.

You put up flyers around the city saying she was found.

But no one ever responded and she had no tracking chip to trace back who her owner was.

After a few months of trying to find her owner, you both grew very attached to the cat.

You eventually named her Maybelle.

After 6 months Maybelle's owner never contacted you and she had become part of the family with no intentions of leaving.

🍷 Victor

When Victor agreed to getting you a puppy, you didn't expect to end up here.

You figured Mr. CEO would want a purebred dog.

Or a fancy mixed breaded like a labradoodle.

But here you two are...

Picking out a new dog at an animal shelter.

Omg there's too many cuties to pick from.

Victor told you about 5 times you could only pick ONE dog to take home.

You suddenly spotted a small, light brown dog.

She looked like she was part dachshund.

She was 4 years old, full of energy, and SUPER excited to see you.

"Look, Victor! Her name is Peanut!"

You went into her cage while Victor watched from outside.

"Even with a dog, it's still about food."

You ignored his comment and played with Peanut for a while.

When you turned around to tell Victor you thought she was perfect, he had left.

He was already off asking about adopting the sweet dog you had fallen in love with.

He already knew she was the dog for the two of you.

🎤 Kiro

Obviously Kiro was away from home a lot.

And he knew you missed him when he was gone.

You had also told him about maybe getting a pet to keep you company?

So Kiro thought he had found the absolute perfect companion.

"Miss Chips, I'd like you to meet your new best friend!"

Kiro walked into the room, followed by a small ball of fuzz.

Omg, how was this kitten so fluffy??

The kitten was missing his back left paw, but that didn't stop his determination to keep up with Kiro.

You picked up the puff ball and poked his nose.

Kiro rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"The person I adopted him from said he was born without his paw, just the upper part of his leg. But he should have no health problems, it might just slow him down a bit."

You nodded while looking at the kitten, saying nothing.

Kiro quickly started second guessing his choice.

"I hope you like him, _____. I saw him and thought that you would have picked him anyway and-"

You giggled and gave Kiro a kiss on the cheek.

"I absolutely love him, Kiro. He's perfect. How about we name him 'Charlie'?"

🚓 Gavin

You told Gavin you were safe when he was off on missions.

(Okay, maybe not always true.)

He really wanted you to get a dog for protection.

And also be there for company when Gavin was gone.

"Don't worry, I'll train him. He'll keep you safe when I'm not here."

And one of your coworkers was looking for new homes for the puppies her dog recently had.

So here you are, Gavin training your new fur baby and struggling.

"Okay, Oliver, sit."

Oliver just tilted his head and walked over to you, completely ignoring Gavin.

You put down your phone and pulled Oliver up onto your lap.

"Gavin, he's tired, let my baby take a break"

You cuddled with Oliver, Gavin sitting down next to you.

"I told him literally three times to sit, but okay."

Gavin couldn't help but smile at you.

And also be a little jealous of the dog.

Gavin was usually the one getting that many kisses.

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Full House (of Masks and Mischief) - An Erik House Oneshot

I AM ALIVE! After a long AF hiatus I am! Now while this is not the newest EH chapter it is almost finished. This however is merely a snippet one shot I wrote for @larissabernstein “Erik Meets Erik” contest on her 18+ PotO Discord server. Hope you enjoy and see you on the update!

Dawn just peaking over the horizon, most people by this point would either still be sound asleep or early risers just rolling out of their cozy beds.

This house however, did not play host to 'most people'.

Down the street two figures made their way toward the large gates at the long expanse of property at the very outskirts of the dead end road.

Sliding his palms along the bars in a soothing manner, the man gave a wave of his hands. Be it magic or illusion, his enigmatic gesture appeared to will the gate open.

"C'mon boy," He motioned for the canine beside him to follow.

The labradoodle gave an enthusiastic bark, trotting up the stairs leading up to the front door. As the two made their way inside, the gate slowly creaked shut with the rather ominous atmosphere of a black and white talkies haunted house.

Sipping at his tea, a slightly older man sat at a kitchen table. He was nose deep in a new Playbill, skimming and scrutinizing the promising new talent on New York's grand stage.

His mismatch eyes perked up hearing the door open and the pitter patter of paws on the tiled floor.

"Isn't today leg day for you?" Crawford inquired, turning back to his article.

"It was suppose to be, but I couldn't resist this face." The fellow West End remarked, scratching behind the dog's ears. Soot groaned in delight, rubbing his snout against Karimloo's hand for more affection.

"I imagine your better half-apologies I didn't mean it like that-he's still sleeping it off upstairs?"

The young West End nodded, "I'll go wake him shortly. Either that or Monsieur Lerik will in an hour."

"I'm surprised he passed out as he did, absolutely bouncing off the walls last night." Glancing up from the magazine to sip his tea, "Though I prefer it that as oppose to flames puffing about in the parlor again."

The elder Merik raised his good brow seeing the items the muscular West End was laying on the counter.

"A strange variety of comfort food after a jog?" He asked, eyeing the box of oyster crackers and horse radish.

Karimloo sighed, "Not for me, since Pan's big binge on Halloween he's been feeling self conscious over his weight again."

Crawford shook his head, "And you support this despite how ludicrous he's being?"

"He is my husband after all, and I must."

"Perhaps you should have rewritten the vows," He called as the masked man and labradoodle trotted upstairs.

Without warning the opposite door swung right open, the elder Merik coughing after prematurely swallowing his tea.

Destler, dressed in only his robe and haphazardly thrown on wig darted his eyes around. All whilst clutching 'his' face in one hand.

"Have you seen my eyelash curler?" The faceless man asked as Crawford attempting to subside his coughing fit.

"And just WHAT in the name of Charles Garnier’s ghost do you think you're doing up there?" Kerik asked the ginger haired man up on a ladder outside.

Cherik glanced down, "Ah! Well you see it's winter."

"Ohh so that's what these cold, crystallized pellets mean. I never would have guessed." He sarcastically remarked.

"That is to say Christmas is fast approaching, no time like the present to prepare!" He answered with delight, ignoring the novelized adaption's sarcasm.

"It's over a month away!"

"And gives us lots of time to work out any bugs these may have," Piped up a voice from high above. Mr. Y poked his head out as if emphasizing his presence there.

"Should I ask?"

"Monsieur Y has graciously offered his automaton services helping set up the electric lighting and displays. It's certainly going to be a splendid little surprise for everybody."

Kerik shook his head, "Aren't you afraid of heights? Last I checked being up on a roof doesn't sit right with you."

"All the more reason to have more helping hands," Piped up Jones, as the Merik waved down at the yellow gold eyed man.

Walking back inside, Kerik snickered. "Fine Cherik, have your little reindeer games. But if you fall off the roof I'm feeding that rat of yours to Ayesha!"

Cherik frowned, "So rude. And it is NOT just reindeer. Some squirrels, a few foxes, and even a couple of rabbits all singing carols harmoniously."

"Once this mess gets de tangled that is," Mr. Y noted, playing mono a mono with a string of lights that had tangled around his ankle. "An entire theme park empire I created and THIS is what does me in." --

Lerik clutched his stomach uncomfortably exiting the upper passage on the main floor.

Gerik, having since emerged from upstairs frowned, "Isn't it your weekly game night?"

The silent filmy shook his head, signing 'Had to leave early'

"What's the matter?"

'Claudin fed us pigs feet again.'

The modern filmy grimaced, "What else is next, blood pudding and haggis? Though I don’t mind those options myself-"

Raising his hands in an over exaggerated gestured, Lerik hurriedly signed

'Good God! Don't give him any ideas!'

"Fine fine,"

Whilst Lerik took a slow seat so as to collect himself-and his aching bowels-Kerik with a hook of the arm turned the modern adaption around on his heels.

"Need some company Gerry?" Kerik gave a smirk.

"Well actually I... no nevermind." Gerik quickly responded, silent prayers that he wouldn't pry into the box in his hand.

But those prayers went unheard.

Kerik snatched it, rattling it around. "Christmas shopping early? I swear you and the rest of those fiddlers on the roof just-"

Then the two heard a crunch of broken glass from inside the package.

"That was actually the parts I ordered for Monsieur Winslow's speaker box. It was backordered..." Gerik cringed, slowly taking the box back.

"Well, sounds as though it's still on backorder doesn't it now?" Kerik half chuckled attempting to make light of the situation.

"Gerik?" They heard a call from down the hall, in what was Destler and Winslow's shared quarters.

"Oh! Uh!" Grasping the novelized adaption by his cloak lapels, Gerik whispered through gritted teeth. "Help!"

As the door opened the pair emerged together. A now fully dressed and face clad Destler as well as a silent and rather grumpy looking Winslow met Kerik and Gerik just as the former snatched back the jingling box.

"Nearly have his parts yet?" Destler said with an enthusiastic gleam in his dark eyes.

"Nearly. I was.."

The horror adaption frowned, "Did I not pay them enough? Do I need to have a little chat with our mail courier?"

Seeing Destler's fingers teasingly graze the blade in his satchel, Kerik piped in.

"Not required my good man. Just had my own long discussion with him on the matter when I was fetching a package I ordered for Ayesha."

As if further emphasizing his point Kerik violently shook the box-to Gerik's silent horror and look of astonished disbelief. "Some nice jingle bells and mousing toys for my little lady. Need her to have more motivation if she's going to sniff out more of the dumpster dweller's pests."

This seem to appease Destler enough who snorted, "Jerik's rodents are becoming quite a nuisance I'll say. A ratcatcher ought to be called in."

"He was... And you threatened to chop off his fingers." Gerik pointed out.

"All at once! Not one at a time, what do you take me for? At any rate, do hurry along with that, if Lerik's chalkboard doesn't hold out, poor dear Winslow here will have to resort to a juvenile Etch a Sketch to communicate."

Winslow mutely grumbled with a wheeze as he and Destler made their leave for the pub.

Gerik breathed a sigh of relief. "If only I'd worked on my fencing."

"And you still wouldn't be able to best him."

He frowned at the novelized adaption, "A little below the belt there."

Kerik smirked, "Oh that'll come later. As now you owe me."

He patted the stronger built masked man on the back whilst steering them upstairs to Kerik's quarters, passed the Yamaha organ in the parlor.

Gerik groaned taking the box back.

"I was going to try and return this..." He frowned

"You still can."

"And what do I say when they see this?"

Kerik shrugged already loosening the man's cravat, "Damaged during delivery, should I not get a full refund a disaster beyond your imagination will occur?"

Gerik paused to take this all in, with a smile he nodded. "That's good thank you."

Tiny Footnotes as usual in Erik House:

-Panaro partaking in strange foods comes from Hugh Panaro’s “Ask A Star” segement on Broadway . com where he mentions eating various types of crackers, cheese, and horse radish when he was overweight as a kid and trying to lose weight. Coming from Hugh himself after DO NOT follow this example if you want to lose weight.

-Another dig at Gerard Butler’s Scottish heritage when he remarks on the food of choice at Claudin’s game night.

-As Winslow needs his soundbox to properly communicate in PotP he has resorted to writing his words down.

-Gerik being unable to fence or handle a sword as seen in the 2004 film.

#erik house #merik #Kerik #lerik #jerik #Gerik #destler #winslow #The Phantom of the Opera #phan phic

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detectivesebcas · 5 years

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Promptober Day 7- Shaving

Requested by: @dreamlind

Warnings: none

Universe: I imagine this in the Negative Space verse, but it also works in Catalyst, or any scenario in which all three of them got out of STEM.

Stefano wouldn’t exactly say that he dislikes Sebastian’s beard, but there are times when it can be...inconvenient. It gets in the way of kissing, it makes Sebastian look rather unkempt, and it traps food that Sebastian swears he is saving ‘for later’. Lily laughs at that joke every single time, but Stefano thinks it’s getting a little old.

So when Sebastian casually suggests at the breakfast table that he might shave it off, Stefano does his best not to flip over the table in his excitement. He can’t let on that he wants the beard gone, both because he doesn’t want to hurt Sebastian’s feelings and because Sebastian is not above keeping it solely to annoy him.

He does his best to affect an air of casual interest. “I think you’d look very handsome after a nice shave,” he says, before turning his attention back to the newspaper. He glances across the table to see that Sebastian’s cheeks are tinged with pink, because even after all this time, he still blushes like a schoolboy every time Stefano calls him handsome.

“Okay,” Sebastian says, taking a deep breath. “I’ll think about it.”

***

When Stefano has finished reading the paper and tidying up after breakfast, he climbs the stairs to find the bathroom door open. Sebastian is standing there, towel wrapped around his waist, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Stefano frowns. This scene has ‘existential crisis’ written all over it.

He leans against the doorframe. “Sebastian?”

“Hey,” Sebastian says, a look of relief spreading across his face as he turns to Stefano. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Why?” Stefano asks. “Has it been so long since you shaved that you’ve managed to forget how?”

“No,” Sebastian replies with a snort of laughter, “but I think I might wait. We have that thing at the gallery tomorrow night.”

Stefano raises an eyebrow. Sebastian does display a genuine, if rather uninformed, enthusiasm for Stefano’s work, but it’s very unlike him to actually remember such an event on his own.

“Facial hair is not a requirement to attend, you know,” Stefano points out, managing to keep the sarcasm in his voice to a minimum.

“Probably not,” Sebastian says turning back to the mirror and running a hand through his hair, “but maybe I should wait just in case.”

Stefano heaves a sigh. This is going to be harder than he thought.

***

“What if my face gets cold?” Sebastian asks that afternoon as he and Stefano are pulling weeds in one of the flowerbeds.

It takes Stefano a moment to realize that Sebastian is back on the shaving topic. “It’s June,” he says. “I think you’ll be alright.”

“I meant what if my face gets cold in the winter?”

Stefano wonders if Sebastian might be teasing him, because there is a strange combination of worry and mischief on his face. All the same, Stefano takes the safe approach. “That’s what scarves are for,” he says. “Besides, isn’t your face hot now?”

“No,” Sebastian replies, wiping a copious amount of sweat from his brow. Stefano fights the urge to roll his eyes.

***

They are curled up on the couch that evening watching TV when Sebastian makes his next argument.

“What if Lily doesn’t recognize me?”

“What is that even supposed to mean?” Stefano asks, raising his head from Sebastian’s chest to look him in the face.

“Keith down the street shaved off his beard, and when he came home his dog just kept barking at him like he was a stranger.”

Stefano still can’t quite be sure whether Sebastian is serious about this or not. His face is impassive, but his eyes are warm, and the point he is trying to make is completely ridiculous.

“Sebastian,” Stefano says with a sigh, “she’s a twelve-year-old human child, not a labradoodle.”

Sebastian laughs at that, and then Lily pops up over the back of the couch, making them both jump.

“I thought you were working on your school project,” Sebastian says. He reaches up to ruffle her hair, but Lily dodges him expertly.

“I was,” she replies, “but I’m finished, because I’m smarter than a labradoodle.”

“Sweetie,” Sebastian begins, “I didn’t mean-“

“Dad!” Lily says. “You just compared me to someone who spends eight hours a day chewing on himself!” She throws up her hands dramatically before storming out of the room in mock-indignation.

“You are in for it now,” Stefano observes, because Lily is a master at working situations like this to her advantage.

“Can I have ice cream?” she calls from the kitchen.

Sebastian looks at Stefano. “I guess I sort of have to say yes now, don’t I?”

Stefano nods. “I think you’re quite fortunate that ice cream is all she’s asking for.”

***

Stefano is about getting ready for bed that night when he walks by the bathroom and spots Sebastian standing in front of the mirror again, idly stroking his beard.

“You know you don’t have to get rid of that for my sake,” he says from the doorway.

“I know,” Sebastian says. “I guess shaving just reminds me of another time...another life, maybe.”

“I understand,” Stefano says. “It may be a powerful reminder for you, but it does not mean you are returning to that life.” They exchange a look, and Stefano knows exactly what Sebastian is thinking. He couldn’t return to that life even if he wanted to...not without Myra.

“Then again,” Sebastian says thoughtfully, “I guess a fresh start might be good.”

Stefano takes a step into the bathroom and leans up to kiss him on the cheek. “You cannot go back anyway. Lily and I won’t let you.”

***

When Sebastian finally comes to bed, he is clean-shaven, and Stefano delights in kissing and licking and nuzzling his way all along Sebastian’s jaw and up and down his neck until he reaches his lips for a long slow kiss.

“Well,” Sebastian says. “If I knew you’d react like this, I would have shaved it off a lot sooner.”

#the evil within 2 #steseb promptober 2019 #steseb #Sebastian Castellanos #Stefano Valentini #lily castellanos #fanfiction #fluff

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aggedyann · 4 years

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1 Cold 4 Stories Part 2

2. Ella & Sam

Ella was the first to call, attempting to chew him out between sneezes. “Jerkface.” She croaked.

“Oh no,” Freddie sighed. “I got you.”

“Yes.” She tried to yell, but she just didn’t have the voice for it. Instead, her attempt rewarded her with a coughing jag. “Yes,” came the hoarse response. “And Sam.” There was silence for a few seconds, then “hiichiew, ihhchieew, hiitchiew.”

“Bless you.” Freddie offered.

“Oh, save it.” Ella snapped. “This is horrible. Hiiitchiiiew. I’ve never been this sick, and Sam’s even worse off.”

“Yeah, um, this is a nasty cold.” Freddie said, awkwardly. Great, he’d gotten two of his coworkers sick.

“Uhh, yeah. Next time, just stay home from work!”

Freddie took a deep breath. Ella had been pissed the last time he’d gotten her sick. Best to just let her yell it out. Or try to, he thought, as another series of raspy coughs filled his ear.

“We’re out of practically everything, and I have to drag myself to the store because Sam can’t .”

Now she was crying. He had forgotten that about Ella; she cried when she was sick.

“Ella…Ella!” He broke through her tears the second time

“What!” She snapped. Now she was angry and crying.

“What do you need?”

“Hiiehhtchiew. Like you care.” She sniffled, and he heard her blow her nose.

“Tell me what you need, and I’ll bring it over.” He said, firmly and patiently, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen.

“Are-are you sure?”

“Positive.” Long pause. “I’m on the feeling better side now, so let me help you guys.”

She gave him a list – tissues, cold medicine, cough drops, orange juice, vapor rub.”

“I’ll be over as soon as I get it all, ok,” he promised.

“Thank you, Freddie. Sorry for, well.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured her as he heard Sam sneezing in the background.

He got to the girls’ apartment an hour and a half later with a box of supplies and groceries. Sam buzzed him in, then opened the door when he got there.

She looked terrible. Pale and red nosed, with dark circles under her eyes. Fortunately, he was smart enough to refrain from commenting on it. He simply greeted her, apologized, and set the box on the coffee table, handing her a fresh box of tissue and the cold medicine.

“Thagk you.” She sniffled as Ella came out of her bedroom, looking only slightly better than Sam. She was clutching a roll of toilet paper and blowing her nose. Freddie tore open a box of tissues and handed it to her.

Sam handed her the cold medicine. “Thanks.” Her voice was rougher and hoarser than it had been on the phone.

“I can find some glasses, get you guys some juice.” Freddie said, picking up the two gallons of orange juice he had bought.

“Dext to the sidk .” Sam sniffled, blowing her nose again.

Freddie took the orange juice into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of juice.

“Hatshoo.” He jumped at a loud sneeze from Sam, nearly spilling the juice. Ella laughed, taking a glance from him as Sam let out another loud “HehtShoo!”

“Bless you.” He said, handing her her glass. “”Those sound awful.”

“Habe you heard Ella’s cough?” She tried to joke.

He nodded. “I’m sorry you guys.”

“I do’t thigk you dew you were goig to get this sigk.” She opened a packet of DayQuil and swallowed them with the orange juice. “Ugh, baybe dow I cad talk dormally.”

“Have-“

“Hittchieew, hitchiew, hit’chiuu, hitchieuw.” Ella interrupted. “Sorry, I’m sneezing like crazy with this.”

Sam nodded. “Bless you. I’m loud, and she’s nonstop with this.”

“I was harsher and violent.” Freddie admitted. “Have you two eaten?”

Ella shook her head. “Neither of us felt like it.”

“I had a granola bar.” Sam said. “Around 6.”

“I brought stuff to make soup. If you help me find a pot, I’ll throw it together.”

“You don’t have to…” Sam protested.

“I want to. You need to eat to get better.” Ella led him into the kitchen and showed him where the pots and pans were. He grabbed the box from the coffee table and started chopping chicken. 20 minutes later, he had made chicken and dumpling soup to the soundtrack of their sneezes.

He brought them into the kitchen over protest. “You don’t want to sneeze while holding soup. Trust me.” He told them, gravely.

He ladled them each up a bowl and watched them pick at it.

“This is good.” Ella said slowly before tucking her face in her arm. “Hitchiew, hih-hihtchiew, hihhtishuu.”

Which was followed up by Sam. “Hahhtshoo, hahhAhshoo.”

“Bless you both.” Freddie watched as they grabbed tissues from the box on the table and blew their noses.

“It is good.” Sam confirmed. “Thangks.”

“Do you have something I can put the rest in?”

“I’ll get it later.” Sam said as Freddie’s phone rang.

“It’s Tim.” He told them.

“Oh, you better take that.” Ella told him. “He’s sick too.”

“Hey Tim. what’s up?” Freddie answered.

“Cand you brindg be Kleenex?” A stuffy voice asked. “I’b albost out. Jabie doesn’t adswer.”

“Jamie’s at work. And sure.” He paused while Tim coughed. “What else to you need?”

“I do’t dow.” Tim was on the whiny side with his response. Freddie sighed. Tim could handle a little cold, but this one, he was going to be difficult.

“I’ll bring tissues, juice, cold medicine and cough drops. Look around your apartment, and text me anything else you need.”

“Ogay.”

“I’ll text you when I leave Sam and Ella’s.”

“Ogay.”

“Text me. Even if you don’t need anything.

“Ogay. Thangks.”

Freddie looked at the girls and shook his head. “Did I get anyone else?”

“Alex.” Sam told him.

“I don’t know if you got any of the crew.” Ella said. “But you took out the writing staff and the host. Alex had to write with us on Thursday.”

Freddie shook his head. “Guys, I am so sorry.”

“We know.” Sam said gently. “Ella’s just pissed about being sick again.” She turned and sneezed. “I’m going back to the couch.” She and Ella went back to the living room and curled up on the couch and oversized chair.

Freddie sat on the end of the couch with Sam, watching as her spaniel came running out of the bedroom to join her. Ava had gone in her bedroom when Freddie arrived; she was shy around new people.

As she jumped on the couch, Freddie turned his head and sneezed. “Uhhchushhh, Chushhh, huhhchushh.”

“Bless you. Sorry, I forgot, you’re allergic to dogs.” She picked Ava up and put her on the floor.

Freddie shook his head. “I’ve still got the cold.” He reminded her. “I’m allergic to cats, not dogs.”

“Oh, I thought that’s why you had the labradoodles, that you were allergic.”

“No. Well, yes. Well, kinda. I’m not allergic to dogs. Jamie is. That’s why.”

“Hichieww, ehhchieeew, ehh’chieew. Told you.” Ella sniffled. “ She worried about that this morning when I told her you were coming over. I said he gave us this cold, let him suffer.”

“Thanks, Ella. Love you too.” He said as his phone dinged. Text from Tim. One word: food.

“I better get to Tim. Knowing him, he has nothing. He just texted saying bring food, so…”

“Thank you.” Sam told him. “I don’t think I could go out and get anything today.”

Ella shook her head. “Me neither.”

“Hatshoo!” Another loud sneeze from Sam startled him.

“Bless you. Call you guys need anything.”

They assured him they would, and he assured they were warm and comfortable before he left to tend to Tim.

3. Tim

Freddie carried the box of groceries up to Tim’s apartment and pounded on the door.

Tim opened the door, red nosed and bleary eyed, hair standing on end. “Hey.” He snuffled, coughing roughly into his fist. He moved aside so Freddie could get in.

Freddie set the box on the kitchen table, handing out tissues for the third time that day.

“Thagk you. I rad out about ad hour ago.” Tim sniffled. He started helping Freddie unpack the box, then hastily grabbed for tissues and turned away. “HayAHHShoo, AHHHShoo, AHHHshoo.” He blew his nose and turned back to Freddie.

Freddie blinked at him. Tim would never be called a quiet sneezer, but his normal tone was somewhat above conversational level. These were just loud. “Bless you.” He managed.

Tim nodded at the blessing. “I dow. I dow. The doise scares the crap out of Cashew.

Freddie gave him a smile, pouring him a glass of orange juice. “Mine were harsh and violent.” He shrugged. Usually Freddie’s were soft and gentle, slightly harder on the ‘chushh.’

Tim shrugged, taking the juice. Freddie instructed him to sit while he put everything away and made soup. 30 minutes later, he had the cold supplies put away in the bathroom and a bowl of chicken dumpling soup in front of Tim.

“Eat.” He encouraged.

Tim started coughing instead. After a few moments, he got up and went into the bedroom, returning with his inhaler, shaking it. He managed to get a break in the coughing long enough for the first puff, let it out and coughed some more before the second puff. “Sorry.” He raspily apologized.

“No, I’m sorry for giving you this. Ella’s got the cough really bad too, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have asthma.” Working in close quarters meant they knew an awful lot about each other. “I didn’t even think about this hitting your lungs.”

Tim shrugged again. “Happeds about a third of the tibe. The worse the cold is, the better the odds. You picked a bad cold to share.” He grabbed a tissue from the box. “Hag od…”HuhhYUHHshooo, YUHHshoo, UHHHshoo….HeyYEHHHSshahh, EHHHSshahh, ESHAHH… huhhhRAHHHshooo, AHHSHOO, AYYYSHOO.” He turned back to Freddie and grabbed fresh tissues, “I’m sdeezing right through theb by the third.” He complained, grabbing a couple and blowing his nose. “But I dever rebeber to grab bore thad ode.” He complained, getting up to was his hands.

“What’s with the three sneezes?” Freddie asked. “I thought you always sneezed in twos.”

“Always.” Tim confirmed. “But this cold, ugh.” He went back and fished his soup. “This was great, thadks.”

“There’s more in the fridge for later,” Freddie let him know, helping him to the couch and tucking him in. “Movie?”

“Sure. Just pick sobethig off of Pribe; I’m sure I’ll fall back to sleep.”

Freddie found a comedy that required little attention from either of them and sat with Tim. He filled him in on how he had felt, how he was feeling now, how Sam and Ella were doing. While he was talking, Cashew had, it seemed, decided to overcome his fear of Tim’s newfound loud sneezes and see who was here.

He padded over to his former owner and bounced up into his lap. “No Cashew.” Fredddie said, brushing him down and rubbing his nose. Cashew placed his hands on Freddie’s knees and bounced right back up. “Cashew…Chushooo.” He pushed him down again and looked over at Tim.

Tim shook his head. “If you want him in the bedroom, dude, you gotta do it right now.

Freddie nodded as Cashew jumped up a third time. He picked the cat up, stood up and went and deposited the cat on Tim’s bed. “Uhhhchussh, uhhchushh, chuhshhh.” Tim could hear Freddie sneezing as he washed his hands. “Huhhhcuhissahh, uhhhchuhhshooo.” He came back and blew his nose. “I swear that cat remembers me.” He commented,

Tim nodded, coughing roughly. “I think he does.” Freddie had been Cashew’s previous owner wherein they discovered Freddie was allergic to cats. Tim has been more than happy to take him when Freddie couldn’t and had been his ever since. But that 2 weeks seemed to have made an impact on the kitten. He didn’t beeline for the also allergic Alex like he did for Freddie.

“Have you heard from Alex?” He asked Tim.

“Dot sidce Thursday. He’s sigk too.” Tim paused, wrapping his arm around his face. “HuuhYUHHHshuhh, YUHHHSHuhhh, UHHHSHEHH.” He rubbed his sleeve under his nose as Freddie handed him tissues.

“Bless you.” He waited for Tim to blow his nose. “I think you got the worst of the sneezing with this one.” At Tim’s quizzical look, he explained. “Loud, harsh, violent, frequent….you got it all. Unless Alex has added in some new element.” He half-joked.

Tim nodded. “Adyway, Alex cabe id sigk on Thursday with be ad Ella. Sab got sigk Weddesday.” He paused to blow his nose again. “I thik he probably wedt straight to bed ad is sleepig as buch as he cad trying to shake this. The kid cobes id toborrow dight.”

Shit. Freddie felt like scum now. He’d managed to give Alex the worst cold right before his daughter flew out. “Somehow, I doubt that will help.”

Tim nodded. “Let hib call you. He’ll probably call Jabie if he deeds help with Kristid if he’s this sick. Although if you’re feeling better…”

“Yeah. And I know Alyssa’s got him for what ever he needs.”

Tim coughed again and reached for his juice glass. “Thadks for all your help.”

“No problem. I’m sorry I got you sick.”

Tim shrugged. “Happeds. It’s dot your fault you’re always sick.”

Freddie pulled the blankets back up over Tim. “I’m gonna go let you rest now. Call if you need anything.”

Tim nodded, yawning, snuggling into the pillow as Freddie looked the door behind him.

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everchange-evergrow · 4 years

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Puppy Love

4~2~20

Growing up dogs have always been apart of my life. There literally has never been a point where I didn’t own a dog, in fact the least amount I have had at once was three. I consider myself to be incredibly fortunate to be raised this way, some people crave the thought of a dog for forever before they finally get one while others don’t want to be dog owners. If you are not a dog owner and/or never intend to be, then maybe this post isn’t for you. If you have a dog or are interested in getting a dog let me help! I will be going through the difference between getting a dog from a breeder and getting a dog from the humane society. I will also name a few dogs tendencies based on the natural instinct of breeds. In addition, I’ll give you some facts and personally experience as to why dogs have been labeled as “mans best friend”.

Now there are a lot of different breeds of dogs and especially now a days there are many types of mix breeds or mutts. If you have been thinking to get a dog, research and consider your options. Many people prefer to go to a breeder and many others prefer to adopt at a humane society. It truly does not matter to me your preference, but let me give you some food for thought. I was always raised to pick puppies from a dog breeder, and here is why. Dogs that are bred properly will have what is called a pedigree. This is the dogs family tree or ancestry, it is convenient to know the bloodline of your pup. You’ll be able to see if there is a champion dog in the ancestry, and it will allow you to know if your dog may have specific health issues that run in the bloodline. Just as humans, dogs can have hereditary complications. They can be prone to heart issues, hip dysplasia, eye lid deformities, epilepsy, degenerative bone disease, or cancer are among the most common. Unfortunately when you go to a humane society, you won’t be able to go home and look up ancestry.com for dogs. At the end of the day, all dogs need a good home and to be loved. Make sure you are able to provide this care for your new friend. If/when they succumb to an ailment or illness, make sure to do the right thing. Be there for them and get the opinions of 2-3 veterinarians, sometimes the first opinion may not actually be the best option.

No matter where you get your puppy or dog from, you need to be able to analyze if that animal fits for you. There are lots of cute dogs to love, but what kind of pup do you want to own that fits your lifestyle? If you live with an active lifestyle then you’ll want a super energetic dog that wants to be athletic often. Recommended by the American Kennel Club (AKC) you’re looking into Australian Shepherd, Pembroke Welsh Corgi, Shetland Sheepdog, Dalmatian,Russell Terrier, Siberian Husky, Retriever, Border Collie, German Shepherd, Irish Setter, Beagle, Poodle, Miniature Pinscher, English Springer Spaniel to name a few. Although each dog looks completely different, these dogs all have agility in common naturally in their bloodline and instincts. Maybe you’re a home body and just need a dog that helps you relax. The AKC recommends the following as calm dog breeds. Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, Boerboel, Bergamasco Sheepdog, Tibetan Spaniel, Irish Wolfhound, Bassett Hound, French Bulldog, Clumber Spaniel, Pekingese, and the Saint Bernard. Now dogs are incredibly smart, some breeds are known to be more intelligent but ultimately any of these breeds can be trained to to be amazing dogs. Sometimes you get lucky with a dog that has the temperament that you’re looking for and sometimes you picked the dog with the opposite temperament that you wish to have. I have been there on both ends of the spectrum. I once picked a puppy from a litter that was the calmest of all it’s siblings and she turned out to be a fireball, little did I know that this breed was known for high energy. For more information on finding the dog for you clink on this link https://www.akc.org/

Now to my FAVORITE part, why are dogs and humans so good for each other? For us, dogs can reduce stress, anxiety, and depression, ease loneliness, encourage exercise and playfulness, and even improve your cardiovascular health. Learning to care for an animal at a young age can promote children to grow up more secure and active. Dogs also provide valuable companionship for older adults. Basically this animal make our lives BETTER! What is it that humans do for dogs? Well obviously we take care of them. We provide not only the basics of food, water, and a home, but love and affection. Animals of all kind have emotions and feelings that need to be addressed properly. Some want more petting, others want more fetch. Every dog is really going to somewhat different from the next. If we fail in fulfilling our doggies needs, it is possible for them to become violent, untrusting, anxious, or fearful. If you see this, it is more than likely that some time in it’s life it was not given the basic needs of care and may have felt neglected.

When human and dog have a healthy bond, in which you both are essentially taking care of each other, there is an uplifting effect in your biochemistry. Oxytocin, aka the love hormone, is released. It is a naturally occurring chemical in the body that makes skin-to-skin contact feel good and can also act as a natural painkiller, lower stress levels and blood pressure. I can personally say that I have come across this feeling many times throughout my lifetime before becoming educated on it. Currently I own a dog named Lucky, and she is a Labradoodle. I have had her since the day she was born, and everyday day we have had a strong connection together. She knows when I am happy, she knows when I have had a bad day, and it is stunning the way she is able to adjust to it. The same goes from me, I can tell if she is extra excited, I can tell if she needs a little more love than usual, and I can tell if she is sad! It sounds bizarre but its true. THIS is where the term Mans Best Friend comes from, because if you allow yourself to give that love to a dog, then you’ll get the puppy love in return.

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