Title: Chocolate
Author: Evil Little Dog
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: This is a derivative work, and, as such, I make absolutely no money writing this. Darn the luck.
Summary: Eddie smells chocolate but he can't have any.
The smell is glorious, somewhat bitter and sweet and you sniff and your nose twitches and you lick it to use the moisture to capture even more of that wonderful scent. You lick your chops to catch the saliva gathering in your mouth and swallow.
And stand on your hind legs and sniff again, pointedly. You could jump on the table, you've done it before, walked around up there, cleaning up crumbs the two-leggers leave behind (you do that in Martin's chair, too, and off his clothes and sometimes off his chin which makes him laugh and the Loud One noisier than normal).
"Eddie!"
You recognize the Loud One's tone and drop back to the floor but your nose still points at that wonderful smell.
"Dad!"
"Eddie, you can't have chocolate," Martin says. "It's bad for dogs. Come on, let's get you some liver."
Your tail wags in response to the familiar word: Liver! You can't help but hop a few steps, following Martin into the kitchen.
"Liver?" The Loud One asks then bellows, "Not my pate!"
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