alright hope, does Murph have any pets? maybe an old lazy dog who can sleep thru anything
summary: some hungry hopper + teacher’s old dog.pairing: hopper x reader, from my fic moonrise radio.a/n: CANNOLI IS A BIG BOY, CANNOLI IS AN OLD BOY.
“...You named your dog Cannoli?”
“God, no, of course not. What, do I look crazy?”
You’re weaving through the kitchen, heating up the soup on the stove and gathering two bowls from the cabinet. Hopper is posed at the kitchen island, staring at the aforementioned Cannoli napping on the rug by the television.
“He was my grandmother’s dog,” you say finally, “He’s, like, thirteen. He’s old as dirt and stinky and sleeps for most of the day, so, kinda like you, Hop.”
“Ha ha.”
You wink.
Cannoli is a big dog. Very big. Some Rottweiler, St. Bernard mutt that snores when he sleeps and drools. Hopper is genuinely surprised this is the first time he’s seen the dog now that he’s been over twice -- one of which was you macing him after an attempted breaking and entering.
“He sleeps upstairs, mostly.”
“... Is he alive?”
“He’s old,” you say, pulling a pout, “And probably deaf. And maybe dying. I dunno.”
Sure enough, though, when you grab a box of treats from the cabinet? Cannoli is alive. Talk about food motivated. You hand Hopper the meat flavored biscuits and he gives him a few treats in exchange for a wag of his big tail and a few gentle licks.
You smile, watching on, as you dish out the soup and amble towards the living room.
In a blink, as soon as Hopper’s sat down, Cannoli is up on the cushions beside him and draping himself across the Chief’s lap.
“Looks like he likes you.”
“... He’s drooling on me. Murph, your ancient beast is drooling on me --”
“Just wait until he starts farting, Hopper,” you croon, settling into the couch beside him, “That’s what you get for making fun of his name.”
Hopper just groans.
