Drabble 44: Hilson
"I got us a puppy," Wilson walked into House's office, clutching a small dog that was the color of caramel. Its big, blue eyes looked into Wilson's and his heart melted. "Isn't he cute?"
House looked up. "I hate dogs."
Wilson covered the puppy's ears and whispered, "Don't you listen to him, you good little boy… Greg's just a meanie… oh, yes he is," he cooed.
He smiled. "I said I wanted a kitten."
Wilson scowled. "You hate cats."
"I know. I hate dogs more."
"Well, too bad. He's staying. I've already named him."
House raised his eyebrows. "What?"
"Hilson."
Fin.
(A/N: I want to pinch Wilson's cheeks.)
