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It was time for Barney's biweekly suit maintenance- which is something he's done for years even when there were dozens of tiny foreign men just desperate for his patronage. He had a whole Rolodex devoted to his suits but this stuff he always liked to do by himself.
Some people communed with nature. Barney communed with high-quality fabrics cut into elegant patterns. Different strokes for different strokes but, seriously, you put the Dalia Lama into an Armani and he'd be singing a different suit-oriented tune.
Humming faintly to himself, Barney ran a damp rag over the sleeve. This wasn't anything close to what these suits deserved, but it was the best he could do when this place didn't even have dry cleaning.
Just as he reached for the pants that went this jacket, there was a noise from amid the pieces still lying on his bed.
An honest-to-God bark. His jacket was woofing at him.
A moment later, a little puppy head emerged, looked straight up at him and let out a plaintive whine.
"Hey, hey, hey," Barney said and plucked him carefully, mindful of both the puppy and the precious suits he was all but rolling around in. "Hey, little guy, how'd you get here? Were you caught in the dryer?"
The puppy lolled at him then whined again. He was really beyond precious and Barney felt the weird melting affection that he felt every time he saw his nephew. It must be what being a chick felt like all the time.
"Well," Barney said and scritched between its ears softly. "Let's go find Robin. She's the dog person, not me."
Some people communed with nature. Barney communed with high-quality fabrics cut into elegant patterns. Different strokes for different strokes but, seriously, you put the Dalia Lama into an Armani and he'd be singing a different suit-oriented tune.
Humming faintly to himself, Barney ran a damp rag over the sleeve. This wasn't anything close to what these suits deserved, but it was the best he could do when this place didn't even have dry cleaning.
Just as he reached for the pants that went this jacket, there was a noise from amid the pieces still lying on his bed.
An honest-to-God bark. His jacket was woofing at him.
A moment later, a little puppy head emerged, looked straight up at him and let out a plaintive whine.
"Hey, hey, hey," Barney said and plucked him carefully, mindful of both the puppy and the precious suits he was all but rolling around in. "Hey, little guy, how'd you get here? Were you caught in the dryer?"
The puppy lolled at him then whined again. He was really beyond precious and Barney felt the weird melting affection that he felt every time he saw his nephew. It must be what being a chick felt like all the time.
"Well," Barney said and scritched between its ears softly. "Let's go find Robin. She's the dog person, not me."