A/N: Lol, thanks so much for the reviews!! There's been some great suggestions and I wish I had time to reply to you all, but my future's kinda at stack right now so...anyways, I'm so glad you like it and one review reminded me that I don't think I said this was gonna be a seven chapter story, only two more to do! Well, hope you like this one too..

The Marauders knew all about the responsibilities of caring for a pet.

"PADFOOT!"

Sirius fell out of his bed, landing on the floor in a tangle of blankets. Looking up he found James shaking a slipper in his face. The slipper had several bites missing.

"Padfoot, did you do this?" James seemed to be very angry, and was talking loud enough to have woken the only other occupant of the room-Peter, who he ignored, still shaking the slipper. "What is wrong with you, Sirius, you're not actually a dog, you know? It's just a form, you're supposed to keep your own mind, but with you I'm starting to wonder"

Sirius was only just beginning to take in what James was saying, having been tiredly blinking before this. He now took the time to examine the slipper, and looked sweetly up at James, "I just wanted to try it out, Prongs. You know, dogs seem to enjoy it so much, and it really is lots of fun-so was ripping up that book of Moony's. You should try it"

James looked torn between irritation and the urge to laugh, "I'm a stag, Pads. Stags don't chew slippers-or books, which Remus is going to kill you for, by the way" He threw the slipper back into his truck, from where he'd pulled it originally.

Sirius looked thoughtful as he pulled himself up from the floor, "We really need to do something about his temper you know. He's a real nightmare every full moon. Maybe we could get one of those water sprayers and spray him in the nose when he's mean?"

"Maybe we should get one for you, and stop you shedding over all the bedding. Wormtail, get up, we've got to be going" James was pulling his robes on as he spoke. "Moony'll be down already"

"I do not shed" Sirius retorted indignantly, also pulling robes over his head, "It must be you"

"Yeah" James sounded sarcastic, "Cause it was me lying on the rug, and I have long, black hair"

"Indeed you do have long black hair, Jamesie" Sirius stated triumphantly, "And big, brown Bambi eyes" he fluttered his own eyelashes.

James threw a pillow at him, "Don't call me that, Pads!"

"Or what?"

"Or I'll tell that crazy Divination professor that you have close affiliations with the Grimm"

"You wouldn't"

"Oh I would" James grabbed the invisibility cloak and held it out for the other two, "Come on, you both ready?"

Two 'yeahs' later they were all under the cloak, sneaking down the dormitory stairs, Sirius keeping one eye on the map. Half way across the common room, he spoke, "You know dog food ain't half bad"

James shook his head, "That's just not normal, Padfoot, you're supposed to just take the shape of the animal, not the personality"

"What?! Wormtail likes cheese"

"Humans eat cheese, Sirius, we don't eat kibble"

"You gave up eating venison"

"Not the same thing-besides, you never ate dog"

"Ew, of course not-though if you had some of the food that dratted house elf cooked, you'd wonder"

James laughed as they walked down some deserted corridor, then he changed the subject, "So, where are we going tonight, anyway?"

Sirius thought for a moment, "The forest?" he suggested, "We haven't really gone any distance in, you know"

James bit his bottom lip, "That's cause of the centaurs, Pads, their territory ain't exactly werewolf friendly"

"Maybe we could bring them an appeasement"

"Haha, like what? A bale of hay?"

"Now James I may not be an expert on centaurs but I'm fairly sure they wouldn't appreciate that"

James just laughed, punching Sirius lightly in the arm. "Yeah sure, whatever. How about we head further out from Hogsmeade?"

Sirius thought about it for a minute, "Yeah, ok, but only if Remus is in a good mood-he nearly got away from us that last time"

"I know-he's kinda hard to control sometimes-we should get him a lead!"

"A lead?!" James looked incredulous, "Yeah sure-a bale of hay for the centaurs and a lead for the werewolf-that'll make us popular!-you're crazy"

Sirius pouted "You're the one who suggested the hay-you're crazy!"

The argument lasted all the way to the Womping Willow and would have continued had dogs and stags been able to talk.