puppy dennis worms infecting my brain <3
robby coming through the front door after another shift from hell, and den is already there, whining and yipping as soon as he heard his owners motorcycle pull up to the house. he immediatly starts pawing and scratching at robby's legs while he sets his bag down and takes off his shoes. 'aww, pup i know, sooo hard being away from owner all day, huh?' robby coos at the pup, even though he knows the words go in one ear and straight through the other. he crouches down and pets through dens soft locks, playing with the clipped in ears on each side of his head. once dennis starts to playfully lick at his hands robby stands up with a groan, and ruffles his puppys hair as he heads to the bathroom for a quick shower.
dennis knows their routine by now and heads into the kitchen to lay down in the plush dog bed in the corner and wait for his owner to come back and start making them dinner. he heaves a big sigh and stares longingly at the firdge where he knows his pre-made, pre-portioned food awaits to be reheated.
when robby finally enters the kitchen, dennis jumps up in excitement, staying on his bed while trying to get owners attention. he knows better than to get into robby’s way while cooking, he doesn’t want any punishment tonight so he stays a very good boy den, here’s a little treat sweetheart, robby gets a homemade (human-safe) dog treat from the jar on the counter and feeds it to the pup and goes back to preparing their dinners. once he’s finished, he sits at the table and places dens bowl on the ground and calls him over.
‘sit, good boy. ok now spin den, awww such a cute boy, yeah? alright chow down pup’ after den does his little tricks, he hears a sharp click and immediately starts going to town on his dinner. he hears robby chuckle from above him and starts cutting up his own steak. every once and a while a hand will come down with a strip of meat for dennis to lap up and pets on his nape and back. when den finishes his food, he crawls under the table to sit between robby’s spread legs and rests his chin on his owners thigh, looking up at him like he hung the stars himself.
once both their plate and bowl are rinsed and in the sink to be cleaned later, the two retire to the couch to wind down and cuddle before bed. dennis with his head in robby’s lap, burrowing his face in his belly with an occasional lick or nip that has robby pulling lightly at the hairs that run through his fingers.
robby starts retelling all about his day at the ED, explaining all the complicated medical procedures he did, reciting gossip he swears to anyone else he doesn’t listen to, and dennis is there to soak it all up and let it fall right out of his little head. when co workers start to notice how much lighter robby seems to be now, more carefree, he attributes it to therapy finally helping him find a way to release the stresses and hardships of the job. but what they don’t know is his ‘therapist’ has the softest curls and loves playing with a tug rope, and if they ever reminisce about dr. whitaker and wonder where he ended up after dropping out of his residency, robby assures them the boy is exactly where he needs to be.
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