Summary: Another average day with the usual appearance of a ghost dog.
Characters: Cujo with Danny x Sam
Prompt: Cujo

Day Twenty

He woke to the squealing jubilant cries of his son. Danny rubbed at his eyes before glancing at the clock and finding it to be ten in the morning. How did he manage to sleep in that late? He was usually an early riser, even before their son was born. Climbing out of bed, Danny padded over to the door in only his cotton pajama pants which hung a bit loosely around his waist.

When he reached the front room, Danny spied Sam sitting on the floor with their son. Lex giggled, his little arms waving in the air as the little green puppy licked at his chubby cheeks. Danny walked over join them, sitting down opposite Sam as he watched Cujo play with his son. Ever since the first time he met the dog, which led to a lot of trouble with Valerie after she blamed him for a lot of things that went wrong in her life, Cujo returned frequently to visit him. Though it seemed to be more often now that Lex was born.

"You didn't want to wake me?" Danny questioned as he picked up his son. Making a rocket ship whooshing noise, he lifted the infant up over his head. Lex giggled as his arms and legs flailed, and Cujo barked happily as he pranced around him.

"Oh, you know," Sam said, shrugging as she leaned back on her arms. "You just looked so cute passed out with that bit of drool dripping down your chin." She grinned when Danny turned his gaze on her and frowned.

"I don't drool," Danny grumbled as he lowered Lex, sitting his son in his lap. Cujo tried to climb into his lap too, but Danny shooed him away.

"Yeah, you kind of do." Sam stood, taking their son from him when Lex started crying. She lifted him up to her nose and sniffed. "Whew! Someone needs his diaper changed."

"Glad it's not me," Danny joked as he stood too. "And I don't drool." When Sam left the room, Danny wiped at his mouth, thankful when he didn't find a crusty trail of drool running down his chin. Hearing his stomach grumble at him, he walked into the kitchen with Cujo following after him. After he searched around for a bit, he decided on a simple bowl of oatmeal.

Cujo tugged on the leg of his pants then shook his head as he growled.

"Okay. Okay." Danny looked around the house until he found the usual tennis ball under the couch in the front room. "Go fetch!" He focused some of his ghostly energy into the ball, turning it intangible before he threw it through the wall of the house. With a happy bark, Cujo phased through the wall as he ran after it. Smiling to himself, Danny returned to the kitchen to enjoy his breakfast. It wouldn't be long before Cujo returned with the ball in his mouth and happily waiting for another toss to chase after. Just another quiet morning, and Danny was thankful for them.

midnight: It was a funny idea that struck me when trying to think up a response to the theme. XD;; I was half way tempted to actually give them ghost hunger earlier in the story, but then decided against it. XD;; Haha, Danny's all "my fingers aren't food. =("

bluename: 8D *takes the creepy and makes it cute* I... honestly don't know how that happened! XD

maltese: Nope. And having a ghost kid might be a touch harder. XD;

Just Will: I wouldn't be surprised if there were a number of different ways to mind control a ghost. XD;; Just think of the possibilities! What? Why do they have to be mutant cows? D: