Happy birthday, EntreNous!
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electricalgwenMany, many happy returns of the day to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
entrenous88, who was pretty much instrumental in getting me into this crazy thing called fandom. (Even if she didn't know it. Don't blame her.)
I wish you much delicious birthdaycake pie! Also, please to enjoy these 350 words of COMPLETE SCHMOOP that describes how Xander and Riley acquired this puppy.
The shelter attendant looked about fifteen and generally pissed off at the world for making him be awake at ten-thirty on a Saturday morning. He unlocked the gate, waved them in, muttered something unintelligible and wandered back towards his coffee.
They stood still for a few moments, watching the motley assortment of dogs mill around.
Riley gestured to the back of the pen. “I like the collie.”
Xander considered. “I don’t know. He looks a bit standoffish. What about the black one?”
“He looks stoned,” Riley said. “Okay, how about that one? You can’t say it’s standoffish.”
“It’s eating my shoes while they’re still on my feet,” Xander pointed out.
“It likes you.”
“It likes my shoes.”
Riley bent down and scratched the mongrel puppy behind its ears. It drooled around its mouthful of sneaker and wagged its tail so hard it flopped right over. Undeterred, it kept gnawing on Xander’s foot with delighted, snuffly noises.
“He’s a friendly little guy,” Xander admitted.
Riley rubbed the puppy’s exposed belly. “We don’t have to get one here. One of the guys at work has Alsatians. They’re not the friendliest, but they’re smart.”
Xander shook his head. “Given that we’re doing the whole clichéd couple thing and getting a dog as a child substitute, I’d say liking us is pretty important.” He tried lifting his foot gingerly and the puppy rose in the air, still making happy sounds. “I don’t want a dog that’s embarrassed to be seen in public with me, sulks in its room, and eventually decides that it hates me and is leaving home forever.”
“He’s not getting his own room.”
“So not the point.” Xander carefully lowered his foot again. The puppy gazed at him with adoration.
Riley smiled. “So, this one?”
It took a stupidly long time to complete the paperwork – mostly because the attendant couldn’t seem to find any. It was exactly the sort of incompetence that usually drove Riley up the wall, but today he had a happy Xander and a delighted puppy to watch. There were worse ways to spend a Saturday morning.
entrenous88, who was pretty much instrumental in getting me into this crazy thing called fandom. (Even if she didn't know it. Don't blame her.) I wish you much delicious birthday
The shelter attendant looked about fifteen and generally pissed off at the world for making him be awake at ten-thirty on a Saturday morning. He unlocked the gate, waved them in, muttered something unintelligible and wandered back towards his coffee.
They stood still for a few moments, watching the motley assortment of dogs mill around.
Riley gestured to the back of the pen. “I like the collie.”
Xander considered. “I don’t know. He looks a bit standoffish. What about the black one?”
“He looks stoned,” Riley said. “Okay, how about that one? You can’t say it’s standoffish.”
“It’s eating my shoes while they’re still on my feet,” Xander pointed out.
“It likes you.”
“It likes my shoes.”
Riley bent down and scratched the mongrel puppy behind its ears. It drooled around its mouthful of sneaker and wagged its tail so hard it flopped right over. Undeterred, it kept gnawing on Xander’s foot with delighted, snuffly noises.
“He’s a friendly little guy,” Xander admitted.
Riley rubbed the puppy’s exposed belly. “We don’t have to get one here. One of the guys at work has Alsatians. They’re not the friendliest, but they’re smart.”
Xander shook his head. “Given that we’re doing the whole clichéd couple thing and getting a dog as a child substitute, I’d say liking us is pretty important.” He tried lifting his foot gingerly and the puppy rose in the air, still making happy sounds. “I don’t want a dog that’s embarrassed to be seen in public with me, sulks in its room, and eventually decides that it hates me and is leaving home forever.”
“He’s not getting his own room.”
“So not the point.” Xander carefully lowered his foot again. The puppy gazed at him with adoration.
Riley smiled. “So, this one?”
It took a stupidly long time to complete the paperwork – mostly because the attendant couldn’t seem to find any. It was exactly the sort of incompetence that usually drove Riley up the wall, but today he had a happy Xander and a delighted puppy to watch. There were worse ways to spend a Saturday morning.
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Date: 2010-04-04 03:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-04 09:41 pm (UTC)puppy!
Date: 2010-04-05 03:07 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing, sweetie!
*hugs*
Re: puppy!
Date: 2010-04-05 05:41 pm (UTC)