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Stanlon -ADOPT A PET!!

“Stan, look at this one!” Mike held up another yipping puppy, who immediately tried to lick his face. Stan pulled back as Mike cradled the dog, telling him what a good boy he was and how sweet his little face was.

“Maybe something smaller?” Stan said, glancing at the info card. “It says he’ll be way over 100 pounds.”

“Hear that! You’re going to be so big! That’s so exciting!” Mike told the dog, putting him back down. “Okay, what about one of them?” He pointed to the next pen of puppies. The woman sitting in the pen handed him one and it started to gnaw on his shirt. “He’s feisty, like someone else I know.” Mike said, smiling at Stan before turning his attention to the dog and asking him to stop. The puppy didn’t listen.

Stan shook his head again. “Too much energy.”

Mike played with the puppy for a little longer, ruffling it’s hair and nuzzling it, then gave him back. “You pick one.” He said, “I love all of them.”

Stan sighed, looking around. He knew he was being difficult. He had agreed to come and look at dogs. Mike had wanted to get one for years, since they had bought their house, but Stan always made an excuse. But finally, for Mike’s birthday, he had agreed. But now, seeing all the dogs, all he could think about was pee in their carpet and torn up shoes. He didn’t find puppy breath nearly as endearing as Mike.

Mike, sensing, his hesitation, slid a hand into Stan’s. “We can leave.” He offered.

Stan shook his head. “You want a dog.”

Mike nodded. “I do, but you don’t. We’re a team, we have to both want this.”

If Stan could have he would have fallen even more deeply in love with Mike at that moment. He knew that if he said he wanted to leave they would and that Mike wouldn’t resent it at all. That was enough of a motivation for him to shake his head again. “Let’s keep looking.”

They wound their way around the space, Mike making eyes at every dog they passed and the pit in Stan’s stomach growing until, finally, one dog caught his eye. It was sleeping and opened a lazy eye to look at him. “Mike.” He said, squeezing his hand.

“Do you want to hold her?” The breeder asked and Stan nodded, accepting the ball of fluff. She looked him over and propped a chin on Stan’s shoulder. Behind him he heard Mike laugh. “What?” He asked, petting her back.

“Akita,” Mike said, reading the card. “Known for being similar to cats in temperament.” he smiled at Stan, petting under the dog’s chin. “Sounds like the dog for you.”

Stan looked from Mike to the puppy in his arms and nodded. “I think you’re right.”

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