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Ianto was warming to the idea as his dog grew in girth, her energy not abating nor her appetite. He fed her the best, fussed the most and even Ringo felt a little left out as she sat proudly in her little bed by his chair at the table. Jill did not care, Tons' furries did not care as they were so loved it is a wonder they did not explode from it.

The welping came and went with no problems, Ianto there for each newling coming and the first to touch them. Three boys and one girl. He was wrong about one coming out red. Two did. Red, noisy and full of life. God. Ton was there along with his Angel, leaning over the head of Taddy to see the little ones as they were encouraged to latch on, the proud mama happy to show off her four perfect pups.

"I want that one! Last out!" Ton said sternly, pointing to one that was kicking a back leg with each such like he needed more traction. Red. Yes, red.

The other red was female and he knew before it was said in unison, the Reds as everyone called Fen's kids, wanted her. That left two boys, one for the twins and one for Walt's kids. Walt asking for the palest of course, of course. Yes. Good.

Ton was ready with four ribbons that he so gently and carefully tied on the little necks, making sure they were not tight. Blue for their house, Red for Fen's house. Purple for Walt's house and Green for Babs.

"I want to call our Goldie… Heater" Valentine said and his sister turned to stare at him like he was totally insane. "What. Hot.. get it? No? OK. Ah… "

"Stop begin a divvy" Jenny said with an older air to her than her almost three year old twin "We are not getting a red. We are getting the one with the black head. Like… Smokey."

"I am not calling a dog Smokey. That's for a bear" Valentine retorted, showing whose grandchild he was with the diva-like pout.

"Well… I wanna call our one Satan" Jax said and LB nodded silently in agreement.

Ianto blinked slowly as the adults stopped their own conversations to hear this and learn what Ianto knew already. These would be the children's pets and as mad as them. You reap what you sew. He should know.

"I will call our baby… Honey" Maisey said with a sniff "Ben? Crispy? Yes?"

"Oi, what about me" Grace said.

"You don't get a vote, you are just the baby" Maisey said then yelped as a foot hit a shin.

"Stop that!" Walter scolded, "We will all choose a name, then vote on it."

Ianto rolled his eyes as his son still had so much to learn about this sort of thing.

He knew their fur child would be named by the one who would own it. Imp's hands clasped together as he silently watched on, his eyes sliding to his first real doggie.

Mozart? Or Amadeus? Maybe… Ozzy.