A/N: There are hardly any fictions from Archer's Beagle, Porthos so i concocted my own little thing.


A Dog's View

My owner gave me cheese today! He says I eat too much…well, hello Jon but you're the one who gives me it! I can't help it if he gives the cheese to me in the first place. How much pressure can a dog take? Gees.

Jon's asleep and I'm bored. His yellow ball dumped in the one corner so I decided I'd make use of it. I thought it might alleviate my boredom. Unfortunately, it didn't. I wanted a walk, which might get me tired enough so I might get some sleep. I jumped on the bed, hoping to wake Jon. He snores heavily and I shake my head. He could sleep through a storm.

I licked his face, spreading my long tongue over his forehead. I kept at it for a good few minutes to no avail. He wouldn't wake up. I tried barking at him in my hopes. Still, snoring.

I even tried jumping and barking at the same. Yip, he is still snoring. Least Phlox wasn't this bad. Perhaps I could try and open the door but alas, I knew I was too small. I may be a Dog with big ideas, but I was still a Beagle nonetheless. How I envied the taller breeds of the canine world at this moment. Anyhow, it was still worth a try.

Jumping off the bed with a small thud on the ground, I went to the door. The door-opening button was far too high for me to reach, even if I reared on to my hind legs. I thought for a while and looked around the room. The window filled with moving stars was behind me and the light coming from the outside window fell onto a four-legged chair.

I looked at it looking at the glints shining from the chair. An idea came to me and I went up to it. I walked round it, my tail wagging at my brilliant plan of action. I pushed it by the leg towards the door and leapt onto it. So far, so good. My plan was going to plan. Still I couldn't quite reach the button I hoped for. I had seen my owner press loads of times in order to open the door. I reared up once more and this time, to my pleasure I could reach the button. I pressed it with a paw and the door opened, disappearing into the wall.

I was quite pleased with myself. I jumped off the chair, landing superbly and walked out of the room. Firstly, I walked down the corridor. No new smells here. Nope, human scents and me. As I continued down the corridor I came upon a rather familiar smell. Of course, being the Beagle I am, I investigated. Trotting as I went.

I turned the corner to see one of Jon's closest friends Tucker. I wonder what he was up to at this time of night. His face started to turn towards my direction. I tried quickly to back away but blast, he saw me.

"Hey Porthos. What are you doin' 'ere? You're supposed ta be in yer quarters"

Trip stated as he picked me up. Much to my disgust. Hey Trip-o, I was walking here! Oh well, he couldn't hear me however loud I shouted. But barking could work. I barked once and struggled against his grip a bit.

"What are you strugglin' for Port? You wanna walk?" I thump my tail across his back. "I think that's a yes. Damn, I'm a bit busy righ' now Porthos" Trip said, he looked annoyed but his face soon brightened up. I wondered why.

He turned tail with me back the way he had come. We came up to a door and my captor pressed a button.

"Come in" I froze.


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