"Angelina, no," George tells her. "I'm not going anywhere near it."
"But I want that one," she insists.
"It's too big," he argues.
"You said I could have anyone I wanted," she answers simply bending down to pat the Great Dane puppy on the forehead. The puppy barks happily at her and rubs his head against her shoulder. George is starting to regret telling Angelina that he would buy her a dog to make up for being a dick to her.
"You're doing this to get back at me, aren't you?" George asks, narrowing his eyes.
"He's so cute," Angelina says in reply and gestures to the puppy's face as if that proves how cute it is. "Come on, George, you can't say no to this face."
"Actually, I can," he answers, crossing his arms over his chest. "No."
"George," she whines, standing up. "This puppy is meant for us. I can feel it."
George just rolls his eyes in response. Angelina wraps her arms around his neck, a smile on her face.
"Come on, George," she pleads. "This is the one."
"Fine," he relents. "But it can't sleep in the bed."
"Of course, love," she replies then kisses his cheek and goes off to asks the owner how much the puppy is.
Then George feels something wet against his hand. The puppy looks up at him with big sad eyes that shine like sapphires. He glares at the offending creature and yanks his hand away. The puppy starts to whine, refusing to shut up until George pets him.
"Fine," he mumbles, bending down to pet the dog. "Just don't-"
Before he can finish his sentence, the puppy has licked his face as he happily thumps his tail on the ground. He looks rather pleased with himself as he sits in front George.
"See, you're already bonding," Angelina's voice greets him as he stands up.
"Hardly," he replies gruffly.
Angelina rolls her eyes and clips a leash onto the dog's collar. They're bringing home a new member of the family whether George likes it or not.