sweet little pup dennis whitaker who losses any sense of shame when he and rabbot become official. before the official conversation, dennis tried his absolute hardest to be the best pup he could ever be, but now that he knows his boyfriends love him for him, well.
“Ah damn it, he bit me.” Jack was just trying to give denny some head scratches on his way through the door.
Robby who’s sitting on the couch reading his book doesn’t even look up, “yeah he’s been on a rampage today, haven’t you pup?”
Some whines from the pup in question, trying to deny the accusation.
“Oh yeah?, rampage like what?”
“Like I mentioned that good boys who eat their breakfast get rewards and he pissed himself in the middle of the kitchen. ” Robby finally looks up at Jack, pulling his glasses off and setting his book down.
“No, not my good boy.” Jack kneels down to be eye level with dennis’ naked body, save for his collar, “You didn’t do that, surely daddy’s telling stories.” His puppy voice in full effect combined with the pets and scratches are getting Dennis riled up from his place in the dog bed.
A symphony of barks, most likely their boy trying to defend his honor fill the room.
“I had to put puppy pads down too because once he realized he could pee on command, he wouldn’t stop marking things.”
Jack stops his petting to look up at Robby. Then back at Dennis. “No.”
“Oh yes. You’re gonna need new pair of gym shoes, and there were multiple loads of laundry done today.” Robby stands from the couch and pads into the kitchen.
“Daddy needs a beer, would you like one Sir?”
Jack sighs and lifts up as well, “Sir would like a glass of vodka.”
Dennis is out of his bed now, following behind them on all fours. He’s alternating between trying to hump Jacks outstretched leg and trying to knock Robby’s beer out of his hand using his head.
Denny gets the fucking of his life that night and waterproof sheets are ordered promptly afterwards.
Maybe he’s not the best behaved, but he’s definitely their best boy.
