For miss_zedem
Number Sixteen - Whimsy/ Reality
Fraser had tried to stop Dief from sticking his nose in the pot, he really had. But some things in life were uncontrollable, like hurricanes, tsunamis and the gastric urgings of canids.
Thankfully, Dief had reeled back on his haunches, said yuck! loudly and hiccupped three times in quick succession, so Fraser wasn’t too worried about him having ingested anything toxic.
Just to be safe-the warehouse they’d been searching with Ray was, after all, an illegal drugs factory-Fraser had overruled all protests from Dief and had taken him to see the veterinarian. Two hours later, Dief had been given the all clear by the vet (although she had made a few pointed remarks about diet after Diefenbaker had liberated a donut from one of the receptionists while being taken off for his blood tests) and they were both back at the apartment.
In another hour, maybe the half wolf would stop listing all the ways in which veterinarians and technicians were mean (they had clippers and needles. They used these things to shave his leg and then poke holes in him. They objected to the natural hunting and consumption of donuts whenever possible. They insisted on calling him a dog) and Fraser would finally be able to get some sleep.
“Yes, well: it is entirely your own fault.”
A disgruntled whine, a long suffering sigh and then, finally and blessedly, silence. Fraser sighed, closed his eyes and willed sleep to come.
He wasn’t sure exactly what it was that woke him up some-clock squint-four hours later, but Fraser suddenly found himself awake and staring at the patterns of night-shadow and city-light on his ceiling.
Something rumbled near the foot of his bed and sent Fraser pawing for the switch on his bedside lamp. However much it had sounded like him, it couldn’t be Diefenbaker because it sounded much too-
“Ah.” Fraser rubbed his face and risked a second look at his wolf.
Diefenbaker, all seven-and-a-half feet high of him whined (sounding like a kitten whistling into a tin bath tub), looked apologetic and wagged his tail.
Fraser had tried to stop Dief from sticking his nose in the pot, he really had. But some things in life were uncontrollable, like hurricanes, tsunamis and the gastric urgings of canids.
Thankfully, Dief had reeled back on his haunches, said yuck! loudly and hiccupped three times in quick succession, so Fraser wasn’t too worried about him having ingested anything toxic.
Just to be safe-the warehouse they’d been searching with Ray was, after all, an illegal drugs factory-Fraser had overruled all protests from Dief and had taken him to see the veterinarian. Two hours later, Dief had been given the all clear by the vet (although she had made a few pointed remarks about diet after Diefenbaker had liberated a donut from one of the receptionists while being taken off for his blood tests) and they were both back at the apartment.
In another hour, maybe the half wolf would stop listing all the ways in which veterinarians and technicians were mean (they had clippers and needles. They used these things to shave his leg and then poke holes in him. They objected to the natural hunting and consumption of donuts whenever possible. They insisted on calling him a dog) and Fraser would finally be able to get some sleep.
“Yes, well: it is entirely your own fault.”
A disgruntled whine, a long suffering sigh and then, finally and blessedly, silence. Fraser sighed, closed his eyes and willed sleep to come.
He wasn’t sure exactly what it was that woke him up some-clock squint-four hours later, but Fraser suddenly found himself awake and staring at the patterns of night-shadow and city-light on his ceiling.
Something rumbled near the foot of his bed and sent Fraser pawing for the switch on his bedside lamp. However much it had sounded like him, it couldn’t be Diefenbaker because it sounded much too-
“Ah.” Fraser rubbed his face and risked a second look at his wolf.
Diefenbaker, all seven-and-a-half feet high of him whined (sounding like a kitten whistling into a tin bath tub), looked apologetic and wagged his tail.