A/N: Okay, here’s another one. One of these days I may even manage to write a fluffy one. Or, well, at least a slightly less depressing one. …Maybe.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Dogs

Neal sat in front of the Burke’s couch, waiting for Peter, rubbing a very happy Satchmo’s tummy. His tail thumped contentedly against the floor, and one leg kept kicking up ( Read more... )