Disclaimer: Me no own characters. Sorry.

A/N: This is kind of important so you don't hate me! Just so you know, I have never owned a dog, or any animal other than a fish for that matter. So Wally, also having very little experience with animals, is going into this as blind as I am. For obvious reasons if at any point I need to I will look up how to actually look after a puppy but right now I'm just going to make him do whatever the hell comes into my head that seems a reasonably Wally solution to the problems he gets into. Okay? Good! Don't hate me. This is probably the worst idea for a story since I don't know what I'm doing but… *shrugs* I don't care.


Day One

This damn thing had to leave. Now.

It had barely been here for a day and it had already single-handedly managed to destroy almost the entire house. What was wrong with this dog? It wasn't enough for it that it raided the kitchen and ended up with food all over itself and the rest of the kitchen. No, it then had to go and puke all over the coach and shit on Wally's bedroom carpet.

It was now banished to the bathtub after having food washed out of it's fur, the surface being fairly easy to clean and the sides being too high for the little demon to climb out.

"Wally?" Wally winced slightly, frozen to the spot. He chewed on his lip, wondering what his Aunt must be thinking as she watched her nephew kneeling on the floor, mopping up milk. He'd only been working on the kitchen for a few minutes, thinking that it would- despite being the biggest mess- be the easiest to explain. "Had a little accident?"

"Uh. You could say that, yeah." Wally still just stared at the floor, not wanted to give his Aunt any other reason to punish him than the one she already had.

"Need a hand?"

Wally sighed, glancing behind him to where his Aunt was leaning against the doorframe, her eyes searching around the room with an expression that hinted confusion, horror and the tiniest bit of concern.

"No, it's fine," Wally replied, showing her the cloth he was holding. "I'll do it."

"Even with your super speed it'll take you about 3 days, Wals. You need a hand."

Wally grimaced at the idea of spending three days cleaning the kitchen. Things to do. Places to go. People to see. "Well, if you insist..."

Aunt Iris laughed a little, rolling her eyes and heading to the cupboard to get the dustpan and brush. "So…" she began as she knelt down to sweep up, "are you going to tell me what happened or do I not want to know?"

Wally shrugged. "I think I'll just leave it to your imagination."

"That bad?"

"Kinda."

"Maybe it's best I don't know, then."

"Yeah..."


"Oh my god, Jeff!" Wally shrieked, his expression one of disgust. The puppy looked up at him sorrowfully. "Do you have bowel problems?"

He picked the puppy up and practically dropped him on the floor, before turning back to the dump in the bath and staring at it with trepidation and disgust. There was no way out. He had to clean it. He ran his hand through his hair and tried to calm the urge to smash his fist into the wall in frustration. That damn Robin! Forcing himself to move, Wally reached over and turned the tap on full blast, trying not to retch up his dinner as the water- now turned brown- turned the poop into slush and sloshed back down the drain.

"You are a disgusting animal," he told the puppy, who responded only by jumping up to grab Wally's leg with his paws and barking happily. Wally sighed (actually, it was more like a growl), and turned back to the bath, which was still a disgusting shade of brown.

He really didn't want to have a bath any time soon. Showers were clearly the way forward.

Wally considered his options for a second, before moving over to the cupboard under the sink. The puppy trotted after him happily, barking and jumping around his legs, nearly tripping him over. Wally ignored him and leaned down, grabbing the toilet cleaner and the brush. He held them and exhaled through his mouth. "I will not be sick," he assured himself, and the puppy beside him barked.

"Okay, Jeff. You stay over there," Wally said, nudging the puppy over to the other side of the bathroom with his leg before going back to the bath.

Bark.

Okay. He could ignore that. He breathed slowly, continuing to work on the bath while restraining himself from puking.

Bark. Bark.

Wally paused in his cleaning, closing his eyes for a second. He didn't usually lose his temper over nothing but this puppy sure as hell knew how to be irritating and he was already growing sick of it.

"Shut up, Jeff. I'm trying to clean up your mess."

Bark.

"…"

Bark.

"Jeff," Wally growled warningly. There was a silence, and Wally returned to his cleaning, which was turning out to be surprisingly successful. The bath was turning back to its normal shade of white quicker than he had expected it to. He sprayed on a little more just to be sure, and turned the taps back on to wash it down. Much bett-

CRASH.

Wally froze, fearing what he would see if he turned around.

Please be nothing terrible please be nothing terrible please don't have broken anything please nothing be broke please please please plea-

"JEFF!"


"R-Rob, I can't do this!" Wally cried down the phone, his voice muffled by the cushion his head was shoved into.

"What?" Robin replied, and Wally could almost hear his smirk. "Dude, I can't hear you." Wally moaned mournfully and forced his head out of the cushion, his fingernails scraping aggressively against the material as he did.

"I can't do this, Dick!" Wally screamed down the phone, running his other hand through his already puffed out hair. It had been an hour since the bathroom incident and Wally swore he was close to losing it. His expression was one of frantic desperation and frustration, his hair stuck out at odd angles he'd messed it up so many times and his clothes were ruffled and even messier than usual.

"What do you mean you can't do this?"

"That thing is a DEMON."

"He's a puppy."

"He shit on my carpet."

There was half a second pause as Robin restrained his laughter before he lost control and Wally had to hold the phone away from his ear slightly is was so loud. "Oh, my gosh," Dick cried between intervals of giggling. "That's hilari-"

"And in the bath."

Dick stopped laughed quite abruptly. "…what was he doing in the bath?"

"I put him there," Wally replied, not even bothering to explain properly.

"Well then that was your own fau-"

"He was sick on the downstairs couch."

"Ooh." Dick winced slightly. "Barry's favourite couch as we-"

"He trashed the kitchen."

"He probably just hung-"

"He trashed my bathroom."

Dick sighed and Wally knew there was an eye-roll in there. "Where is he now?"

"In a box."

"In a box?"

"It has air holes."

"Take him out of that box, right now!" Dick ordered, sounding like he might start hyperventilating at any second. "Have you even taken him for a walk?"

"You didn't tell me I had to take him for a walk," Wally murmured.

"He's a dog! All dogs need to be taken for walks!"

"I told you! I know nothing about dogs!"

"Google it! And take him out of that box!"

Dick hung up the phone and Wally dropped it on the floor, his face falling back into the cushion. Why did he ever agree to this? Oh yeah. Dick. Why would he do absolutely anything for Dick? That was the question he should be trying to work out an answer to.


A/N: Personally, I found writing this exceptionally fun, but I'm not sure if it's any good so…review? :'D