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Jill quickly decided her savoir was her new master, much to everyone's amusement as Jack was clearly not as smitten as her and occasionally could be heard yelping as he almost tripped on her. The kids loved it the most when they released her from the back door, letting her first see him walking sedately across the lawn. Her dreads flying about when she ran made her look like some sort of alien creature about to attack him. Especially since on more than one occasion she had toppled him on arrival, both going down in a heap as Jack roared.

It was Ianto that watched Jack's quiet delight in this silly game. His affection for the dog hidden behind the gruff complaints about her energy and inability to navigate any space without whacking into something. Of course, within days the house was hers.

"So … we are prosecuting" Gwen said as she chomped happily on a muffin, "Mmmmmfffff, good!"

"Thanks Aunty" Ton smiled happily, muffins not really as good as cake in his book, but acceptable as small versions. The fact they did not get icing still something that irked him a bit. No icing. Like… a book with no cover really.

"Well, we've registered her now. Keeping her" Jack said sullenly, looking over as the 'she' in question slammed into the house, her dreads flapping as she raced for him, slid on the wooden floors and then came to a halt against his chair, he wobbled and wind milled like he might actually save himself but…nope. He went back and landed with a yelp of shock, the dog quickly recovering form her graceless entrance to smother him with kisses as he squealed from the depths of the mop.

"Ah. True love" Ianto said calmly "And then he wonders who I do not spontaneously want a kiss anymore. You wait."

Gwen watched as Jack struggled out from under the dog, panting as he wiped at his face with his sleeve and settled back on the chair like it was no big deal. Gwen stared. Jack noticed and shrugged.

"She's enthusiastic, what can I say. She's a good girl. A good girl..yeahhhhhhh" Jack went back to the dog, now rubbing her face as he crooned and Gwen watched more licking ensue.

"Riiiighhhhhhhht" she said slowly, taking another muffin with a guilty glance at Ianto. "I'm gonna be so fat."

"Don't be silly" Ton snorted "You're a looker. Tadda said so. He said to me the other day, 'Look at Aunty Gwen. She's still such a belter in those heels. Preggers too' I think he was well impressed."

Ianto could have died as she preened happily, the comment hadn't actually been a nice one as he was pointing to a heavily pregnant woman might not want to wear three inch stilettos.

Gods, the boy was a bloody parrot.