Rocky
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"You'd think a veterinarian would have a cleaner office," Meryl Stryfe grumbled. Slouched in a waiting chair, arms folded, circles under her eyes from being up all night.
"It's as clean as any doctor's office," Vash the Stampede pointed out from the chair next to her. "And we're lucky to have a vet without going to a city; a lot of little villages like ours don't."
"But look at all this dust!" she complained. "It can't be good for the animals."
"I'm told they sweep several times a day," Vash said reassuringly. "It's just hard to not be dusty on a desert planet."
Meryl scowled and looked for other things to take her mind off of why they were there.
"Meryl, watch out, there's a wild animal in the house!"
Meryl stamped her foot. "Vash, get down off the couch this instant! And put that pepper spray away! Say hello to my new dog."
Vash stepped off the couch carefully, eyeing the animal warily. The giant beast cocked its head at him.
"Meryl, I think you're mistaken. This is no dog."
She snapped her fingers at him. "Quiet! You'll hurt his feelings talking like that! He is too a dog."
"Look at him! He's as tall as you are!"
Her eyes narrowed. "Are you implying yet again that I'm short?"
"No, I – oh, never mind. How did you come into possession of it – him?"
Meryl grinned. "He followed me home."
Vash raised an eyebrow. "Bringing in a dog that followed you home sounds more like something I would do."
"AHA! So you admit he's a dog!"
He sighed. It was going to be a long evening.