A Pup Named Blue chap. 4
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Tags: Fluff, Mentions of Throwing Up
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Rus was taking a well deserved nap, in his opinion. He’d cleaned the entire apartment, since it had started to get a little too musty even for his standards (Blue had started sneezing every little bit from the dust build up), so he deserved a bit of peace and tranquility for his hard work.
Blue seemed to agree, since he was unusually quiet, laying next to the couch Rus was sacked out on with a rope toy in his mouth. He’d been quietly gnawing for nearly 30 minutes, which was right around the time Rus had started to drift off.
There was blissful silence for another half hour, Rus nearly fully asleep and lost to the world before he heaved, the sudden heavy weight on his chest making it difficult to breathe, let alone move. Glancing down with wide eyes, he found Blue getting comfortable on top of him, eyes sleepy. With a final wide yawn, Blue settled down, head propped on his paws.
Rus stared for a long time, his hand making its way slowly down to Blue’s head, gently scratching behind his ears. Blue huffed in his sleep, pushing a bit into the attention, but didn’t wake up.
Blue knew and understood the command “Get Down”, he’d practiced it with the couch a number of times after Blue had tried to make himself at home on someone’s lap that had come over to hang out. (That someone certainly wasn’t a stocky skeleton with a gold tooth that just sort of laughed at Blue’s antics). But… Blue also wasn’t that cuddly most of the time. Rus felt like this was a good opportunity to bond.
He drew drowsy again soon enough, his hand moving on autopilot as he continued to pet Blue as he fell asleep.
Of course when he woke up Blue had jumped down and made a mess of the bathroom, but he couldn’t even be mad.
~.~
Of course some of the commands were a little harder than others when it came to teaching them, Fetch being one of them. Blue had figured out fetching when it came to Rus chucking something across the room, bringing it back had been the real challenge.
Once Blue got the jist of that, though, stationary objects was next, and that just seemed to baffle the poor pup.
Rus had tried everything to teach Blue that it was okay to fetch something sitting on a table or chair if Rus asked him to, but the rules about not just grabbing food off plates and such had made it a bit confusing when Rus tried to get him to fetch a bottle of honey from the kitchen table and brought to the kitchen.
It took a few tries, Rus even demonstrating to Blue what it was he was supposed to do and where he was supposed to go, but when he got it, Rus found himself getting little gifts even when he went to bed at night.
Blue would bring him honey from the fridge even, and while it was a mystery how the little pup even got it open in the first place, Rus hadn’t questioned the gift of a late night snack. At least until Blue had the bottle gripped a little too hard, a little too close to the lid.
It’d been one hell of a time, trying to get out of his honey drenched bedding and clothes to get himself and Blue in the shower.
There was no fetching of honey after that.
Then of course there was the incident of the cigarettes. Rus had left Blue home alone, fairly assured that Blue would make only a minimal mess, since he’d gated off the bathroom and kitchen with the baby gates Red had recommended. It seemed to work just fine, so Rus had made a quick trip to the store for groceries.
When he returned home, Blue had been hacking up magic filled with cigarette butts and ash. Rus had nearly lost his mind, picking Blue up and all but throwing him in the back seat of his car as he drove to the vet.
They’d explained that Blue was simply purging the toxins, and that Rus should really keep better track of his cigs if he simply had to have them.
Rus could feel the judgement as he left, the guilt heavy in his soul as he kept a close eyelight on Blue the entire night.
Thankfully he only threw up once after that, the mess small and easy to clean as Blue danced around him happily, tongue lolling out.
Rus shook his head, but he was smiling.
