Youre a doctor / vet by day. And a puppy parent by night. (If you can even say that because owning a cheeky puppy is a full time job.)
Youre typing up a document for work as you hear a suspicious silence...
then a bit of a crash as something falls to the ground, a little bark from me, followed by a lil playful growl, as I tear up a box ive knocked off the bench in the other room .
You laugh. "Puppy. . . . .What was that?" You call out, followed by another silence as I freeze, thinking ive been caught "whatre you doing buddy?" You ask as you stand uo to leave your office and you begin to hear my claws scamper accross the ground and I run in. Ive got a single glove in my mouth that if gotten stuck in on a tooth as i was ripping a box of them apart.
For some odd reason I love the feeling of them running through my fur. And the subtle smell of nitrile brings me comfort, as I assosiate it with you. (Who took me in as a foster puppy, when you found me, i was far too young to be away from my mother so you hand fed me puppy formula in a bottle until i could eat solid puppy food on my own.. )
You laugh and roll your eyes "why do you love my gloves so much, puppy?" You ask as you take it from my mouth. And I do a cute little yawn and tilt my head, one of my ears flopping down a little as i tilt. And I playfully crouch my front paws down and yap playfully, and smack the door frame with my excited tail wagging.
You laugh and scoop me up in one arm, going to the other room, to find the ripped up box. You take another glove, before stuffing the rest back into the torn up box. I reach out my neck to steal if from you, And growl playfully. I snap my little jaw a couple times trying to reach it. But im too far.
You put the glove box into the holder thats mounted to the wall so i cant just grab it and rip the box up again. And set me down on your counter. "Want to play a little game, puppy?" You ask as you stretch the 2 remaining gloves a little. I tilt my head and crouch on my paws to play again and you laugh. You take that as a yes and put the gloves down quickly to wash your hands, more muscle memory for you at this point and less of a need to actually clean your hands. You press the the soap and lather up your hands generously before you turn the tap with your wrist and you let the water run from finger tip to elbow, like youre about to perform a surgery. You then dry off your hands on some paper towel and come back over and grab the first glove, its shorter than you usually use for surgeries. But that wasnt what you were using them for anyways. Theyre so, stretchy and slip on so silky smooth with a little flick and maybe maybe a squeak or two.
I lay down on my belly as i wait, giving a gently little sigh and then stand back up to do a little spin before i sit and look up at you.
You chuckle at me softly and begin to slip the other glove on before you pull them up and press between your fingers so they sit comfortably.
I wag my little butt, knowing whats coming, I LOVE the feeling of silky soft nitrile gloves on my skin and through my fur and i run accross the counter to get to you.
You laugh "youre supposed to be sick patient, arent you?" You say and i tilt my head then pull a paw up to pretend I have a limp with a adoraable sad whine.... you laugh a little then clear your throat and gently pick me up into your soft gloved hands "let me take a little look at you" you say as you get a pen qnd paper and start checking me over and gently lift my slightly floppy ears, check my weight by picking me up, and measuring me roughly with your hands. And gently take my paw and feel it gently seeing if i react when you press gently in certain places then stretch it out.. "Seems to me like youve got a sprain in your front left paw, my boy" you say and you gently continue the exam by "checking for ticks" all over me by rubbing my fur around to get a better look, I wag my little butt excitedly, and Scratch my leg in the air when you find a good itchy spot.
You laugh, forgetting that thats my itchy spot and go back to itch it some more. I murr a little and slowly lay down because i cant stay standing it feels ta
Hat good. You chuckle again softly and lean down to give me a smooch on the head "your a good boy, huh bud?" you say and squeeeesh my face as you kiss me again "shall we wrap you up then?" You say and grab a really cute coloured cover bandage out. And open it. I Yap happily and wag my tail and jump to my feet, both my leg *spontaniously* working again. I then lay on my back to let you have better access to my paw and let you bandage me up. Then when youve finished wrapping me up, you take your gloves off and start to "clean up" the work space.
I lay there as i watch and whine sadly, wanting more glove time.
You sigh a little and pat my head "I know my dear but I need finish my work
Maybe later. How does that sound?" you say and put me back on the ground so Im not on the counter (and able to cause more mischief). I whine again and you pull me in for a kiss again "I know buddy, maybe a snuggle tonight before bed?" You say and I wag excitedly "thats my boy. Now go play with blahaj okay?" You say as you lead me over to my shark and pick him up, I jump up and bite his tail and growl protectively.
You laugh again and give my heada gentle ruffle before letting go of the shark and heading towards your office again to finish the task you got distracted from.
Hope you enjoyed this self indulgent little pov. ~ Puppy 🖤🐾🐕
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