Harvey looks at the little ball of noise currently dripping all over his plush carpet while it chases its tail. Harvey scowls in annoyance before scooping up the puppy in a blue towel and begins rubbing it down. He's not in the habit of bringing home strays, but technically the little guy isn't a stray. He has a collar with the name "Mike" and even a phone number and home address engraved on a corny little bone dangling from the blue strip of fabric. But the state of the pup speaks of abuse. The collar was so tight around Mike's neck that Harvey had to cut it off, and he is far too thin to be considered healthy. Still, the puppy doesn't act like it's been physically abused. Even now as Harvey is firmly rubbing the towel over thick hair, Mike is stretching his neck out literally straining every muscle to lick Harvey's face while his tail wags incessantly behind , doggy slobber. This isn't going to work. Despite having concerns about Mike's owner, Harvey dials the number anyways. The phone rings twice before a low voice answers, "Hello?""Hi, this is Harvey Specter. Your dog was wandering around my neighborhood and I picked him up," Harvey says brusquely watching the pup hop around Harvey's living room. Mike looks like he's a cross between a Saint Bernard and something else, probably a lab."My dog," the voice says pondering. "Hmm, oh you must be talking about Mike. He's a ferocious little thing. It's why we got rid of him," the voice looks at the pup who's no more than three months or so old doubtfully. Yeah, he might be considered ferocious, if you were a cricket or guy on the other line must have read Harvey's silence correctly as disbelief because he continues with, "He bit my Jennifer's leg. I can't take the dog back, dude. My lil' lady will kill me. You understand right?"Harvey resists the urge to scoff. What a douche. "You're a douche." Oops. His brain to mouth filter is broken again, Harvey clicks off his phone because he doesn't really care what Mike's previous owner has to say. That leaves him facing Mike darting in and out from underneath the Harvey's sofa covering. When Mike doesn't climb out for a couple minutes Harvey thinks maybe that maybe the new addition to his apartment is relieving his bladder, so he crouches down to retrieve the little rascal and finds him fast asleep underneath his sofa. Mike is curled up and his fluffy brown and white hair look so soft to the touch that Harvey feels an irrational need to reach out and run his fingers through stands up and walks into his kitchen. "My landlady is going to love this," Harvey says to the empty air as he washes the dishes, giving the pup a few minutes of sleep before he gets him up to go buy 'the supplies a person needs to keep their pet happy and healthy in today's society' as suggested by the PetCo newsletter.
Later, Harvey comes home with a dog crate, puppy chow, several puppy toys, treats, and puppy pads. He immediately heads to the bathroom with the last item and places the pad on his tile looks at him curiously from the hallway, his tail hesitantly wagging slowly."This is the bathroom," Harvey says gesturing towards the little pad. Mike lays his head down over his front paws and looks at Harvey with those blue 's adorable and Harvey has to clear his throat before continuing," I absolutely do not want you to do your business anywhere else in this house. You understand?"Mike gets up and sniffs the pad on the ground before sneezing on it. Then the pup promptly takes off running down the hall and into the living room. When Harvey follows him, he finds Mike growling and barking at the front door."What's your problem? Mike calm down," Harvey tries while petting the top of his head lightly.A paw bats at the door insistently. Harvey sighs and says, "This better not be because of a damn cat."He opens the door a crack, just enough so Harvey can make sure no one or nothing is out there. When he sees that the coast is clear he opens it all the way. "Look, see? Nothing to get so upset about," Harvey says to Mike, or he would have if the pup was still in the house. Instead his puppy is bounding down the stairs and Harvey immediately starts after him. Mike beats him down the three flights of stairs with ease, but is waiting on him, his tail wagging with affection, on the ground floor. Then he pointedly walks to a bush and hikes his leg and does his doggy business. Harvey stares, then blinks, and looks away to give his dog some privacy.A few minutes later, Mike walks over to Harvey and softly woofs. Harvey chuckles, pats his head softly, and lets the pup lick his fingers."Good boy," he says. They head back up to their apartment, this time at a leisurely they pass by the bathroom again later that night, Mike lets out another vicious sneeze. Harvey raises an eyebrow at pup, but Mike looks innocently back up at him. Harvey isn't fooled for a minute."I have a job so I won't be able to always let you out. That's for when those times," Harvey grumbles lets out a little bark and turns back to Harvey's bedroom."Oh, no sir. You're not sleeping in my bed. You have your own in the living room, remember," Harvey says pointing and then shuts the door in the pup's face. He hears him huff and sniff under the door but Mike gives up soon after that. Harvey assumes the dog went to his crate. The next morning he finds Mike curled up by his bedroom door with a pillow from the couch underneath his head and Harvey isn't surprised at all.