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Here they were. Around noon, sitting in the kitchen, staring at the cutest puppy the world has ever seen. And Arthur was seething.

"You know, normally when a couple decides to get a house pet, they discuss it, Alfred," Arthur said through clenched teeth. It wasn't the fact that he got the dog, it was the fact he got it on a whim.

"Look, I didn't even pay for it-"

"Oh, great, so you stole it. That makes this a whole lot better!" Arthur smiled sarcastically.

"I didn't steal the damn dog, Arthur! Would you listen to me first? Please?"

Arthur looked into the man's eyes and melted. Sighing in defeat, he sat at the kitchen table and crossed his arms, "Fine."

"Kiku gave it to me. It's a stray and he's already got one dog. So, I said yes," Alfred smiled proudly.

"Kiku gave it to you?" The puppy's white tail wagged happily as Arthur looked down at it, "So, why did he nominate you to take it?"

"I asked."

That received a growl in response. Alfred clearly wasn't getting Arthur's point here.

"Look, I like the dog. This isn't about the dog. The problem is, you made this choice without asking me anything. That's why I'm upset," Arthur explained as calmly as he possibly could.

"Wouldn't be a surprize if I asked you, now would it?"

Arthur sighed, "This better not be the reason you skipped on cleaning day, is it?"

"No, that's an even bigger surprize. This one just sprung up, is all," He said with a sheepish grin.

The older man sighed and looked down at the solid white Shiba Inu in front of him. He was cute.

"Well, what are we naming him then?"

Alfred's face lit up and he smiled brightly, "I was thinking Artie!"

"Don't damn him with that name..."

It had been a few days since Alfred brought Artie to their house. And, it was a handful. Every day had become cleaning day. Who knew house training a puppy was so damn hard!

Arthur laid down on the couch. Alfred was out at the store for real this time and he left Arthur alone with the dog. The dog that thought everything was a game.

Arthur had his arm drapped across his eyes, hoping he could take a nap while the puppy was silent for once. Untill he heard a dragging sound.

He looked over into the hall leading to the downstairs bath. There, he saw Artie's butt shaking as he was walking backwards, clearly dragging something with him. Arthur, against his better judgement, got up and walked down the small hallway to said pup. And froze.

In one sitting, the dog and destroyed two rolls of toilet paper, one tube of toothpaste, a pair of Alfred's dirty boxers, and an old shoe. It was all wrapped up in one lovely, spit infested ball of gooey-ness.

Artie dropped the shoelace that combined all the nasty things he had played with and sat in front of it, looking up at Arthur, tail wagging a mile a minute. Arthur sighed through his nose to try and calm himself down and simply said, "Your papa is going to kill you once he realizes what shoe that is."

As if understanding, Artie looked at the ball of gooey toys he had some how piled together to play with and dropped his ears. He backed up to let Arthur inspect the damage to said shoe and whimpered.

"Oh, sod it. I'm not cleaning it, I'll let your father see this one," Arthur said, picking up the sad puppy in his arms, "Just look up at him with those puppy eyes and he'll forget it even happened. Works for me," he smiled at the puppy who wagged his tail in response.

Arthur walked over to the couch and plopped back down, Artie walking up and laying himself on Arthur's chest. Arthur smiled at him once his eyes closed and he sighed.

"Thank God," he dropped his head onto the couch's arm and closed his eyes. Maybe now, he could actually sleep.

"Arthur! What did you let him do?!"

Don't ask where the inspiration came for this one. Because, I honestly couldn't tell you!

Either way, I hope you enjoyed! Reviews would be lovely!

Love, ShuChan.