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Maybe it wasn’t surprising that in his thirty years of life on planet Earth, none of Buck’s previous romantic partners had snored.
Of course Buck was well aware that it was completely possible for females to snore, just on average, less women than men snored. This didn’t mean Buck was a stranger to putting up with snoring though. Growing up his dad snored. The various hostels he stayed in over his travels had him bunking in the same room as many snorers. He shared a wall with Connor when he lived in the frat house, and that man could be heard throughout the entire house.
And to be fair to his first boyfriend, Tommy, he didn’t snore either. At least most of the time. When he had that cold last week, his snoring was bad. It didn’t bother Buck that much though. Really, it didn’t.
Tommy didn’t snore. Except for a sniffle or grumble here and there, he was almost silent in his sleep.
His dog on the other hand…
Bean was a miniature dachshund. Bean weighed barely 8.4 pounds, (although you might be able to round up to 9 if he just finished eating and hadn’t pooped yet that day), Buck could pick him up with one hand and he could sit on the top of Buck’s head. Even when standing up on his hind legs, Bean barely reached up to Buck’s knee. In other words, Bean was small, tiny.
Which all leads back to the snoring…
The first time Buck heard Bean’s snoring was the first night he had slept over at Tommy’s house, about three days after he met the dog.
It was late when they had both gotten off-shift and met at Tommy’s place, and they just wanted to go to bed. Tommy had asked Buck if he minded if Bean slept in bed with them.
Buck said it was okay, what was the worst that could happen, the dog was barely the size of his foot, he couldn’t take up that much space. Right?
It turned out he was wrong.
Dead wrong.
Buck had very quickly fallen asleep after they got into bed, but about an hour later, he was woken up when Tommy moved in his sleep to lay on top of him.
“Sorry,” Tommy’s voice sleepily mumbled into his ear. “Bean kept pushing me over.”
That statement woke his brain up from the half asleep fog it had been in. Bean pushed him over? What?
They had originally gotten into bed with them each having, roughly, one half of the mattress. Bean was down by Tommy’s feet if Buck remembered correctly.
Buck sat up just slightly enough to look around Tommy’s head and see down the half of the bed Tommy had been sleeping in.
He didn’t see Bean, at first. But after a couple seconds of his eyes growing used to the darkness and him figuring out just what he was looking for, Buck recognized the small lumpy shape underneath the covers pressed up right next to Tommy’s leg.
That was Bean.
Buck slowly wiggled his arm underneath Tommy so as to not wake the man up. He tried to nudge Bean to the side, but realized in this position he didn’t exactly have the flexibility to be able to put enough force to move the eight pound dog more to the side. Buck’s head fell back down onto the pillow.
Fine, Buck thought, if Bean wouldn’t move, Buck would just keep Tommy to himself. He wrapped his arms around Tommy’s torso and pulled the man even closer to him, Tommy’s head snuggled down in between the space created by his shoulder and ear.
It was fine, Buck was just about to fall back to sleep when he heard something.
“Zzzzz.”
That was strange, he thought. The sound wasn’t coming from Tommy. But-
“Zzzzzzzzzzzz.”
It was too loud to be coming from Bean, surely.
“Zzzzzzzz Zzzzzzz Zzzzzzz.”
Okay, that sound was definitely coming from Bean. But how? How could such a small dog snore so loud?
Despite the loud snoring coming from the small dog sleeping next to his leg, Buck was eventually able to fall asleep. Upon waking up in the morning, he had almost forgotten about Bean’s snoring. Or he did actually, until later that day…
Buck and Tommy had gone to eat breakfast in the kitchen, and Buck had learned that Bean was apparently not a morning person dog. As soon as Bean came back in from Tommy’s backyard after relieving himself, he walked right past his filled food bowl to curl up into his bed.
Buck watched him walk past, in slight shock. Didn’t they just wake up?
“Yeah,” Tommy chuckled as he saw Buck’s gaze tracking Bean across the house. “He doesn’t like waking up in the morning. Around 10:30 or 11 he’ll probably want to go on a walk or something.”
“You’re raising a teenager,” Buck noted to Tommy. Tommy only nodded in agreement as he started the coffee pot.
Twenty minutes later, as Buck tried and failed yet again to properly make Tommy’s coffee correctly, a snoring sound came from the living room. Buck recognized it instantly, he had heard it all last night.
Tommy chuckled from where he was standing across the kitchen. Buck looked over at him, an eyebrow lifted, asking a silent question: ‘What’s so funny?’
“Bean,” Tommy said, poking his head around the wall to look at the dog curled up in a little donut on his dog bed. “It’s cute, isn’t it? How his snores are so loud?
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