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“I got the shit you wanted.”
Johnny had to admit it was a bit awkward trying to get through the door with a heavy bag of dog food slung over one shoulder while attempting to balance a plethora of shopping bags and even a dog bed all at the same time. It probably would have been more rational to just make separate trips but he preferred easier to smarter.
“We’re in the kitchen!” Johnny heard his partner call.
This whole pet business had been Bobby’s idea, of course. It wasn’t that he was entirely against getting a dog; it just seemed like a lot of hassle all at once especially when he still had the dojo that demanded a lot more of his time and money than ever before which only wound up making things tight and a little tense around their household.
Regardless, Bobby had been supportive throughout and never made any demands, well, up until now that is, so how could Johnny possibly deny the him this one simple request after all the sacrifices and squabbles they had dealt with just to get to this point in their lives. Johnny could be an asshole, sure, but he wasn’t heartless.
Rolling his eyes Johnny dropped everything in the entry way before making his way to the kitchen. The image awaiting him was not at all what he had expected.
“The fuck is that?”
Bobby shot him a dirty look while hugging the animal close.
“It’s our pet!”
Johnny shook his head. “No, no, no… NO. You were supposed to bring home a German Sheppard or a Doberman! You know, a REAL dog! Not this… this smoosh faced pig dog.”
“It’s a pug.”
“Yeah, pig dog.”
“Shh…. Don’t listen to him Peaches.” Bobby scratched behind the dog’s ears before kissing its forehead. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”
Johnny was dumbfounded. “………..Peaches?”
Bobby looked up with a smile, “Yeah, Peaches. Isn’t she cute?”
Johnny gave the other a blank stare. “No. And you are NOT naming our dog Peaches.”
His response was met with an eye roll. “I didn’t name Peaches. You do know that rescue dogs come with names already, right?”
“Take it back.”
Johnny was in no mood for this bullshit, not after the day he’d had. Pig dogs named Peaches were way more than he could handle right now.
“No way! Do you know how much paperwork I had to fill out to get this dog? Besides, she bonded with me! I couldn’t say no to her.” Bobby clutched the black pug protectively.
The blond sighed. “Whatever, it’s your damn dog then. I want nothing to do with it.”
Grabbing a beer from the fridge Johnny left to distract himself with a whole lot of quality trash television while Bobby was left to “bond” with the furry little abomination.