*Sherlock belongs to BBC. Not me.
Sherlock stared at the black-and-white terrier, who had jumped up onto the couch across from his own seat and stared back. Why do people have pets? This little thing doesn't appear to have any use.
Why does that man keep staring at me? I wonder where Zinny is...Where is that nicer man?
John walked in from the kitchen (apparently, according to Sherlock, it had been his turn to wash the dishes). Arthur turned to face him, and excited, ooh-person! energy took over and he began wagging his stubby tail wildly again. Sherlock kept staring at the creature.
"Uh...Sherlock?" It's like he's never seen a pet dog.
Annoyed, Sherlock replied with an annoyed, "What?"
"...Why are you staring at the dog?"
"I'm observing."
"...Okay..." John turned on his heel and slowly walked away. Sometimes...I just don't understand that man. I think I'll go see Sarah tonight...Now where'd I put my phone?
Arthur, somewhat disappointed John left, looked back at Sherlock, who was still staring at him with slate-grey eyes. He looks like he needs a cuddle. Maybe then he won't look be like a rocky-person-thingy...
Arthur jumped off the couch. Sherlock still didn't move. He's probably going to follow John. What he didn't expect was for the furry thing to jump into his lap and look up at him with its big brown eyes. So that's what they mean by puppy dog eyes...
Sherlock tentatively stroked Arthur. He's quite soft...and warm...Maybe this is why people have pets. They're like constantly warm soft pillows...and at least I can tell when he pays attention. My skull seems to be getting distant...and many people have mastered the art of looking interested...Maybe people have pets to have someone actually listen.
Unknown to Sherlock, he was smiling.
John groaned as he remembered that he had left his phone in the living room. But he slowed his approached as he saw Arthur...on Sherlock's lap...and Sherlock petting him...with a small, childlike smile on his face. John bet Sherlock didn't even know he was smiling. He saw his phone on the coffee table and, pretending that nothing was out of the ordinary, walked in and grabbed it. Neither man nor dog looked at him. Weird...
A/N: Here's a nice, little, short chapter that I wasn't expecting to write...I was just imagining how Sherlock would react to a small dog and started chuckling... :)
