AN: Saori Runa Dempsey's 100 Theme Romance Challenge

AN: Saori Runa Dempsey's 100 Theme Romance Challenge. She gives me the word, I give her the oneshot.

The title of each chapter is the prompt I was given.

Some of this will be absolutely shameless Shules: and I hope you love it because of that. :)

I know I will.

He had always liked dogs better.

They had the energy, the wild abandon, the dumb happiness that never seemed to fade. They'd never judge you, they'd never make you do something, they'd never look down on you. They always looked up. You were the world. And you could do nothing wrong.

For some reason, this comforted him greatly.

Maybe not Juliet so much.

"Shawn, what is that?" she demanded, her eyes wide as he walked up the steps. He grinned at her, patting the animal's head.

"It's a dog!" he said happily. 'The Dog' looked up at Juliet with big brown eyes—and began to wag his tail rapidly and pant.

"A dog?"

"Yes. A canine. One of those things with teeth that drool and leave fur all over the place."

"Why is that attractive?"

"Well, your cats do the same things!"

"They don't drool!'

"Are you sure? I thought that grey one might have gotten some spittle on me last night when I woke up to find him on my face—"

"Trevor likes you."

"Hm. Funny how that works. I'm not sure I'm fond of him."

"I'm not sure I'm fond of your dog either!"

"You haven't even met him yet! Hey Indiana, go say hi to Jules!"

"Indi—WHOA!"

As soon as Shawn released the giant dog's leash, he raced to Juliet in three giant bounds and placed his humongous paws right on her shoulders. She squeaked, staggering slightly from the weight. But she held firm. (Shawn smiled to himself. That was the police training.)

Indiana Jones tilted his head slightly, studying Juliet's face. She was visibly struggling to stay as still as possible, silently praying that he wouldn't lick her.

He didn't. He placed his cold, wet nose on the tip of hers, then dropped to his feet and sat.

And did nothing more.

Shawn heard her let out a small laugh—a breathy chuckle. She tentatively reached out a hand towards the dog, and he sniffed it before carefully licking it. A giggle escaped her.

The psychic walked up behind Indiana, dropping to the grass beside the giant brown shaggy dog. He looked up at Juliet with that same, sad look in his eyes, and asked, "Can we keep him?"