You know the deal, TBPT own everything. Except the dog. Technically.

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When Kathryn had asked if they could get a dog, Chakotay had envisioned a small puppy. A small puppy that chewed on everything, barked incessantly, and wasn't house-trained. He was surprised then that Kathryn had decided they should rescue an older dog, but it made perfect sense. Someone else had done all the training they didn't have time to provide, and everyone benefited.

Said dog's name was Amelia, and she was a sweet, intelligent, loyal border collie of ten years. And she loved to run. That was when Chakotay had decided that maybe the dog wouldn't just be Kathryn's dog. He now had a running companion who would bowl along beside him happily, tongue lolling out and black eyes begging for more.

Amelia had also taken an amusing liking to the holodeck boxing simulation. Chakotay would never bring her to a real ring, but on the holodeck she could stand on the sidelines and bark, rushing back and forth with a wagging tail.

She liked Kathryn's activities too. Somehow, Kathryn had taught her to dig on command, and Amelia had dug small furrows that now contained onions, tomatoes, and cucumbers. Reading in the evenings meant being sprawled on her side on the couch while Kathryn held her book in one hand and scratched Amelia's belly with the other.

"I'm so glad we got her," Chakotay murmured one evening as they sat on the couch, Kathryn's head on his shoulder, and Amelia splayed contentedly across their laps.

Kathryn kissed his cheek. "I am glad to hear that." She reached down and ran her fingers tenderly through Amelia's black coat, earning a lick in return. "And I am so happy to have a dog again."