Summary: Bro let's John get a puppy.
After weeks of trying to convince him, you've managed to wear Dirk down into letting you get a puppy. You kind of felt like a little kid doing it, but it worked, and now you were at the shelter looking at different puppies.
You take a long time looking at them all, while Dirk just says he's cool with whatever you want. You spot one that makes your heart melt - it looks like a cross between a dalmatian and a husky, black with white spots, a curly tail and the most adorable floppy ears. You grin at Dirk.
"This one."
He comes over and the puppy pants happily. His mouth quirks up. "Looks like a cross between us, doesn't it?" he remarks. You realize it does - a combination of your black hair and his white, your big eyes but a lot closer to his color, slim and small but solid. You giggle.
"Yeah, I guess it does. We should call it... Dirkbert!"
"Hello no."
"Awwww!"
"Hey, you're lucky we're even getting the runt."
You smile as the worker unlocks the cage and takes out the puppy. You sign all the paperwork, pay for him, and take him home. Dirk let's you carry him, and he tries to lick you, making you laugh.
You argue over names all the way home, but eventually decide on Domino. You spend the rest of the day getting him food and toys and introducing him to his new home.
You wake up to pee on the carpet and a puppy bouncing on your bed licking your face.