Sherlock was currently lounging on the sofa in his dressing gown idly twirling his bow. He groaned in frustration when Gladstone jumped on his stomach and slobbered on him.
"Get off of me. You are disrupting my sulking. I don't know why they say dogs are man's best friend; I am quite content with the skull. At least he doesn't make a mess." Gladstone tilted his head in confusion before laying down on Sherlock. Sherlock thumped his head against the sofa arm.
"You can't even relieve my boredom. All I have deduced is that you've slept nearly most of the day and have hidden John's left shoe. Under the couch hmm? John wouldn't ever think to look there. What to do, what to do?" He mumbled staring at the ceiling before suddenly springing into action, nearly sending Gladstone flying.
"How about an experiment? You can test my new sedative. After all, John never said anything about dogs and drugs. And he won't know the difference considering how much you already sleep. This would seem the only way you'll be useful to me." He said grinning as he placed Gladstone on the floor and began collecting the instruments maniacally with Gladstone trotting merrily along side of him.
When John arrived back at the flat an hour later he was already in a mood. Once again he had trouble at the grocery store and had to leave without his jam. Sherlock it had seemed, had withdrawn the last of their money that week. So you can imagine he was not too pleased at seeing Gladstone passed out on the rug.
"Sherlock! What did you do to the dog!" he yelled dropping down to see if Gladstone was alright. Sherlock's mouth twitched.
"He is just sleeping John." John glared at him,
"He is not sleeping, it feels like he hasn't a pulse." Sherlock chuckled,
"I am surprised you can feel a pulse with the amount of fat rolls he has. Aren't you going to ask how I did it?" John pinched the bridge of his nose,
"I don't care how you did it just fix it and don't ever do it again. God I can't leave you alone can I?" Sherlock sniffed, displeased he wouldn't get to brag. He pulled a syringe out of his pocket and administered it to Gladstone who immediately got up and ran around.
"Well that is rather impressive I suppose." John said grudgingly after a minute. Sherlock shrugged,
"I was bored." John looked at him incredulously,
"I was only gone for an hour! We needed groceries." Sherlock raised an eyebrow,
"Barely, you just went to get jam and milk. The machine gave you trouble again I assume." John huffed,
"No we have no more money. You will have to work a case even if it is boring." Sherlock shook his head.
"What is the point of being a consulting detective if you can't pick your own cases?"
"It doesn't matter, I won't be paid until next week so you will have to do it. It is part of being an adult."
"I guess I can take a case for your jam." Sherlock conceded as John brightened and patted him on the shoulder.
"Good, I am going to take a shower. I'll trust you will leave the dog alone?" Sherlock nodded and grabbed his violin.
"Well at least I know it works. Thank you Gladstone. It would seem you are useful to have around. " Sherlock mumbled quietly as he scratched Gladstone.