Aug 24, 2011 20:50
[It takes a while for Bors to notice that his puppy isn’t A) tearing around the flat like a madman or B) obstructing his every movement (or C) asleep in the most inconvenient place possible) but the moment he does he’s up on his feet and darting to the other side of his flat as fast as he can.
…Only to find little Adam, gnawing on a pair of old shoes like they’re the tastiest things known to man, woman or little puppy that can’t seem to help sinking his teeth into things.
“You’re a bad dog,” Bors says wearily, already leaning down to gently drag the puppy teeth away from his lovely shoes, “still not Lucifer, but a bad dog.”
Well, at least after a firm scolding maybe he’ll think twice before rifling through Bors’ shoe collection again.]
!mini-log,
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