Title: Good Dog
Disclaimer: Owned by Aaron Sorkin and NBC. I hold no rights and am making no money.
Author's Note: This is a little dialogue between Sam and Josh. This is my first try at a West Wing fic, so be kind please. Okay, that's not entirely true. I have done a crossover of the WW and the Magnificent Seven, but this is my first pure WW. It's pretty short.
Spoilers: Ellie
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"Come. Sit. Stay. Good boy."
"That's not funny Josh."
"You're a dog Sam."
"I am not a dog. How can you say I'm a dog? I'm not a dog. I don't have fur, long ears or a tail."
"But you do have those pathetic, sad eyes women ooh and ah over."
"My pathetic, sad eyes women ooh and ah over haven't landed me a date in the last two months. And I don't bark."
"Woof."
"I'm not a dog Josh."
"You come when he calls."
"Please. I don't simply jump to whenever Toby yells. I don't pant at his feet and look adoringly at him from a sitting position either."
"You might if he asked you. Admit it Sam, you have been reduced to dog status."
"Did Donna start you on this? Because if she did, I'll have to hurt her."
"This has absolutely nothing to do with Donna. Donna doesn't supply me with a continuous string of humorous anecdotes and observations."
"Yet you have inane and pointless conversations like this all the time."
"They aren't pointless. They're..."
"Time consuming? I'm not a dog Josh."
"You come when he calls."
"I don't come at Toby's beckon call Josh."
"I'll remind Ginger to pick up some doggy treats for tomorrow. That way Toby can feed you when you do right."
"Cute. I don't come when he calls."
"No, you're right Sam. You don't come when he CALLS. You only come running at the sight and sound of a bouncing rubber ball. You play fetch. No, you're not a dog at all."
"Have you ever had a dog Josh? Fetch entails me running down the ball and bringing it back full of slobber and then wrestling because I don't want to give up the possession."
"I see you have analyzed this thoroughly."
"Shut up Josh."
"A bouncing rubber ball. You're a lap dog."
"Josh. I AM NOT A DOG! Now can we please move on to other, more important matters? I have a letter from a man I've never heard of claiming to be the President's long lost brother. He's sent it to the major papers along with blood work."
"He sent blood to the major national newspapers?"
Sam sighed. "Josh. Focus. He sent copies of the blood work report to the major papers. Could you please stay with me!"
"Relax. Nothing to get your scruff up about." Sam threw the papers into the air and let out a strangled cry.
There was a loud thump on the wall of Sam's office. Without a moment's hesitation he got to his feet and circled around to the office next to his. Josh watched him go in disbelief. Sam came back a few seconds later.
"He wants us to keep it down."
Josh blinked. He saw the small red rubber ball in Sam's fist. "Sam..."
Sam noticed the ball and his shoulders slumped. Then he drew in a deep breath and threw the ball at Josh. It bounced off the desktop, upsetting a light and some papers, but not getting near the Deputy Chief of Staff. "Not a word Josh. Not one damn word."
THE END
I just thought the episode with Toby and Sam and the rubber ball was amusing. If you like this little ficlet please let me know. Or if you have suggestions, they too would be welcome. Thanks.
Disclaimer: Owned by Aaron Sorkin and NBC. I hold no rights and am making no money.
Author's Note: This is a little dialogue between Sam and Josh. This is my first try at a West Wing fic, so be kind please. Okay, that's not entirely true. I have done a crossover of the WW and the Magnificent Seven, but this is my first pure WW. It's pretty short.
Spoilers: Ellie
~~
"Come. Sit. Stay. Good boy."
"That's not funny Josh."
"You're a dog Sam."
"I am not a dog. How can you say I'm a dog? I'm not a dog. I don't have fur, long ears or a tail."
"But you do have those pathetic, sad eyes women ooh and ah over."
"My pathetic, sad eyes women ooh and ah over haven't landed me a date in the last two months. And I don't bark."
"Woof."
"I'm not a dog Josh."
"You come when he calls."
"Please. I don't simply jump to whenever Toby yells. I don't pant at his feet and look adoringly at him from a sitting position either."
"You might if he asked you. Admit it Sam, you have been reduced to dog status."
"Did Donna start you on this? Because if she did, I'll have to hurt her."
"This has absolutely nothing to do with Donna. Donna doesn't supply me with a continuous string of humorous anecdotes and observations."
"Yet you have inane and pointless conversations like this all the time."
"They aren't pointless. They're..."
"Time consuming? I'm not a dog Josh."
"You come when he calls."
"I don't come at Toby's beckon call Josh."
"I'll remind Ginger to pick up some doggy treats for tomorrow. That way Toby can feed you when you do right."
"Cute. I don't come when he calls."
"No, you're right Sam. You don't come when he CALLS. You only come running at the sight and sound of a bouncing rubber ball. You play fetch. No, you're not a dog at all."
"Have you ever had a dog Josh? Fetch entails me running down the ball and bringing it back full of slobber and then wrestling because I don't want to give up the possession."
"I see you have analyzed this thoroughly."
"Shut up Josh."
"A bouncing rubber ball. You're a lap dog."
"Josh. I AM NOT A DOG! Now can we please move on to other, more important matters? I have a letter from a man I've never heard of claiming to be the President's long lost brother. He's sent it to the major papers along with blood work."
"He sent blood to the major national newspapers?"
Sam sighed. "Josh. Focus. He sent copies of the blood work report to the major papers. Could you please stay with me!"
"Relax. Nothing to get your scruff up about." Sam threw the papers into the air and let out a strangled cry.
There was a loud thump on the wall of Sam's office. Without a moment's hesitation he got to his feet and circled around to the office next to his. Josh watched him go in disbelief. Sam came back a few seconds later.
"He wants us to keep it down."
Josh blinked. He saw the small red rubber ball in Sam's fist. "Sam..."
Sam noticed the ball and his shoulders slumped. Then he drew in a deep breath and threw the ball at Josh. It bounced off the desktop, upsetting a light and some papers, but not getting near the Deputy Chief of Staff. "Not a word Josh. Not one damn word."
THE END
I just thought the episode with Toby and Sam and the rubber ball was amusing. If you like this little ficlet please let me know. Or if you have suggestions, they too would be welcome. Thanks.