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Ianto had noticed Mi' Lady seemed… listless the last few days so he trundled her long to the vet for a little check up.
"Still eating ok?"
"Yes, fine. She's just… flat" Ianto grimaced.
"You mean fat. She's put on a few pounds, the harness seems tight"
"What?" Ianto moved to the edge of the chair "She's not been eating extra. I banged that on the head when I realized Jack was giving them secondsy breakfasts. They are not bloody hobbits, they are dogs!"
"The other dogs get along with her?"
"Yes. Ton's stick to him and Angel apart from the afternoon madness run around the field. Jill doesn't mind her, but Jill really doesn't mind much of anything. Too busy adoring Jack. I barely get a look in. Ringo, he's the charmer" Ianto smiled, then the smile faded as he stared at him "Shit."
"Yep. Maybe… three… four weeks?"
"Oh god. I thought she was …. I mean… That red fucker… that…. God. That's the last thing I need" Ianto sighed as he flopped back in the chair "Puppies."
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"PUPPIES" Ton screamed with glee, his jazz hands employed as he started to make a long run around the kitchen making the noises in a high pitched manner, his wife more interested in the puppies than her husband.
"Taddy… how many will there be?" Angle asked "can we keep them?"
"We will not know until she is ready to show us. And we might keep one… one. We have to share, remember?" Ianto said gently.
Ton's eyes narrowed as he abruptly stopped the slow circle of the room, his hands clasped together as he stared at Ianto, then he quickly left the room. That did not bode well. Ton had found a loophole somehow and Ianto could not for the life of him work out what Ton might have suddenly had an epiphany about but he knew whatever it was… it would make total annoying sense and Jack would back him up.
Somehow he knew deep down he had a mess of puppies ahead of him.
God.