Puppy Three
"According to this, they really exist. 'Spanadors' they're called, apparently."
Donna smiled. "Like 'Labradoodle'? Ha!"
"We just have to find a home for the last one," Martha continued, still scrolling down the webpage.
"So what happened to the third one?"
"Er, well..."
Rasbperry wandered in, with one yellow puppy firmly determined to follow her.
"Oh."
"Yes... and the Doctor's so disappointed."
"Oi! You leave Biscuit alone, what's he ever done to you?"
"He's been like this all day," Martha sighed.
"Biscuit!" Donna repeated, looking highly amused.
The Doctor pulled a face.
"I know, but, 'Biscuit'?"
The Doctor threw a nearby cushion at her.
"Can we not wreck the flat, kids?"
The puppy wandered over to the Doctor and sat on his lap and thumped its tail happily.
"Where's the other one?"
"Probably still in its basket, dumbarse!"
"We don't need her, do we Biscuit?"
And Donna threw the cushion back at him.
"Where's the last one going?"
"Oh, no..."
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Puppy Four
"Where's it going to live?"
"With Gwen."
"Does she have room for it?"
"She won't have room for Rhys if he says no," Jack replied. "I hope he agrees. I won't be popular."
Martha tried not to laugh.
"The Doctor's not had room for us, recently..."
"I've noticed."
The Doctor had the two puppies on his knee and was fussing them openly.
"I prefer it when he shows open affection to dogs, though," Donna said, pulling that face again.
"Cheers," replied Martha flatly.
"You're welcome."