I love K-9.
That is all.
Chapter One-
Macon sat at the dining room table, eating a quiet meal with his niece. For once, Lena's boyfriend Ethan had not decided to show up- thank God. He was starting to become irritated with their constant public displays of affection. He loved his niece more than anything, but enough was enough when it came to her and her boyfriend making out in front of others.
"It's been...quiet, lately." said Lena flatly, trying to break the awkward silence.
"Really? I haven't noticed."
"No, I meant someone's not here."
"Lena, before you even ask -because I have a feeling I know where this is going- no, your boyfriend is not moving in!" he snapped in a quiet voice.
"Uncle M, I didn't mean that!" Lena gave her uncle a harsh look as she tried to hold back a giggle "I meant Boo!"
"What do you mean?" he raised an eyebrow "Boo is right-"
"Here." Macon turned his head towards the spot on the floor where Boo usually sat at dinner time. It was vacant, not a single sign of the canine anywhere.
"Well, that's odd...now that you mention it- I haven't seen Boo in a while..."
"I hope he's okay...you should probably go see if he got himself into another animal shelter. Remember the time with the rabies shot?"
He remembered the exact details of the incident. Boo had strayed a little too far from home, and had gotten himself checked into a kill-shelter that eventually thought he was some type of illegal wolf-hybrid, and they automatically gave him a rabies shot. Macon had to personally attended to the matter, breaking in and out unnoticed with his faithful companion back in his Incubus days.
"House," he ordered "Bring me Boo, if he's around."
"I worry about him sometimes," Lena began suddenly "I mean- he was Silas's dog, right?"
"I believe so."
"He's old, Uncle M. If he weren't some supernatural caster dog, he'd be a medical miracle, and on every cover of Guinness Book of World Records and Ripley's Believe it or Not!. I'm surprised he hasn't gotten sick and died with his age and everything, you know-"
"Boo is as healthy as a horse- I assure you that. As of now unless some freak accident occurs between now and then, he will not be dying anytime soon."
Suddenly, from right behind Macon was the electronical high-pitched enthusiasm of a dog-like figure.
"Affirmative, Master!"
