Puppy Love

Hey Everyone! Thanks for reading my fanfic! Just to clear things out here, Danny's secret is already known by the world, and PP has taken place. It contains DxS starting the second or third chapter.

Disclaimer: I Don't own Danny Phantom or any of the Official characters. They belong to Butch Hartman. Other than that, the dog (who's name will remain a mystery until the second chapter), and the story, belongs to me.

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Chapter One - A Pleasant Surprize

I could hardly believe it. The morning had begun nothing like it had all those other years... not at all. For one, my parents didn't let me sleep in like they always did on the annual event... also known as my birthday. Infact, they woke me up at a time that no normal person would say "Good Morning" to on a Saturday. And what is this time, you ask? 5 o'clock in the morning. But my parents had their reasons. You see, they have decided that the year of my 15th birthday, they would get me one of the most priceless presents ever known to young Danny Fentons... a dog.

Atfirst, I thought they were lying. But when I saw the cencere smiles on their faces, I knew it couldn't have been a joke. A wide smile slowly formed on my face as my brain registered the new-found data. Without warning, I leaped out of bed, wide awake. If you knew me and had a sane mind, you'd know that Danny Fenton dancing around happily at 5 in the morning would be something completely out-of-character. I'd usually wake up droopy-eyed and grumpy on school-days, not wanting to get dressed for that hell-hole we all know as high school. But now... now was a completely different story. I was getting a dog for my birthday! Do you know how long I wanted to own one? Since I was five! I gotta hand it to you, mom and dad... you finally made my child-hood dream come true. Well, better late than never!

"Ohhh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I cried out as I gave my parents a huge hug.

"Don't thank us yet, Danny. We haven't even gotten you the thing yet." My mom told me.

"Yeah... and besides. It was Jazz's idea." My dad announced, regretting that last sentence when he remembered that Jazz had told him not to tell. He smiled nervously at her as she death-glared him. But my sister didn't have the chance to scratch dad's eyes out. I immediately grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug, Danny style.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" I exclaimed, and squeezed Jazz even tighter with every "thank you". She ended up chocking, and pushed me away when her face turned an odd shade of purple.

"See, this is why I told you not to tell him!" she scolded Dad, causing him to whine like a defenseless puppy. "But you're welcome, Danny." she smiled as she rubbed her throat. I couldn't stop smiling. I do admit that I was acting rather childish, but hey! I was going to get my first dog! I'm sure you remember how happy you were when you got a puppy as a child! And me... I'm a Fenton. All the men of the Fenten household are childish. It runs in the family!

That morning had seemed to fly by at 112 miles per hour. It was almost like Christmas morning to me. I had to wait to open my presents that day... it's a Fenton family tradition. My father thinks it spoils all the fun to open them so early in the morning, so he makes us wait until our birthday parties every year to open them. Luckily, my party was on the same day.

Breakfast didn't exactly seem like every normal breakfast... it was like a buffet at our own house. All-you-can-eat pancakes, Fenton waffles and Fenton toast (with Fenton butter and Fenton syrup), cupcakes... you know, that kind of stuff. I, ofcourse, practicaly inhaled my pancakes. When I looked up from my plate, the fork still in my mouth, I saw my mother glare at me... but not in that scolding way. Instead, she had a small smile on her face, along with that look every mother gives their sons... you know, the one that says "Now, don't you eat too fast or you'll get a tummy-ache". I squinted my eyes as I thought I saw tears appear in her eyes.

"Awww, Danny." she weaped, wiping a tear from her right eye. "You're becoming more and more like your father every day!" Apparently, she was correct. As if right on cue, the three of us looked over at my dad, who was also practicly inhaling his food, exactly like I was. I smacked my head down on the table out of frustration, the fork still in my mouth. I ended up swallowing it.

"Ugh..." I complained, as it had happened many times before. I turned my arm intangible, and quickly removed the metal fork from myself. I looked up at Jazz and my mom to see if they had seen. Jazz shot me a rather disgusted look, and my mom simply rolled her eyes, and continued to slowly eat her pancake.

Nothing really interesting happened that morning. Our family just talked about the soon-to-be new member of our family. We discussed the breed of the dog, the gender, the name, even the age. My parents and Jazz have already decided to get the dog from the animal shelter. I highly doubt that Jazz would accept any other source. She hated seeing dogs being sold at petstores, and bred by back-yard breeders who have nothing better to do. Honestly, I didn't care where we got the dog from, just as long as it was healthy.

"So Danny, what kind of dog are you thinking of getting?" asked my dad.

"Well..." I started, "I've always wanted to get a beagle." A hopeful smile appeared on my face. "Or maybe a husky... or a german shepherd."

"We have plenty of time to decide." Jazz announced. "But before we start to consider one breed or another, we really need to look at how well that breed would fit with our lifestyle."

"Your sister's right, Danny." my mom told me. "Not all dogs are meant to be with a family like us."

"A chihuahua would most definately be way too small... it could get stepped on by accident." Jazz quickly stated.

"We have a fenced backyard that's fairly big." smiled my dad. "If we decide to get a larger dog, it can live outdoors."

I smiled and nodded. "But not too big... otherwise, you're picking up the poop." I frowned in disgust, pointing at my dad. He pouted along with me.

The conversation went on for about an hour, as we all debated about what dog to get, along with the other things I've mentioned earlier. I knew this was going to be a big responsibility, but still couldn't wait to get to the shelter.

(Well, that's chapter one! I would've written more, but it's getting late over here. Chapter two should be up very soon! Hopefully I'll get it done tomorrow. Please review and tell me what you think!)