Amy and Sheldon made their way to the local canine rescue shelter.
Amy had insisted upon getting a rescue dog instead of buying from a breeder, so that they would be saving a dog's life at the same time.
They were being led round by one of the staff, peering into the pens.
The pens were huge, with a large indoor shelter each, loads of outdoor space, and access to the backyard to run around and play in.
Most of the dogs at the shelter were medium or large-sized dogs, which occupied a large kennel block. The smaller dogs were situated next door in the smaller kennel block.
Sheldon was frightened of the bigger dogs, even though they were gentle and docile, so he would try and avoid their pens.
"We never put our dogs down if they are healthy." The woman promised, "These dogs are treated well and loved by all of us."
Amy and Sheldon could tell that this was true by the wagging tails and their gleaming eyes.
"Do you have any…smaller…dogs?" Sheldon requested, nervously.
"Yeah, just over here." The woman said, leading them to the second kennel block.
There were so many smaller dogs in here, and Amy found all of them cute, but one in particular caught Sheldon's eye.
The dog was sitting upright in his pen, tongue lolling and tail wagging.
He had smooth, white fur with tan patches on him, big, dark eyes and floppy ears.
The lady caught Sheldon admiring the dog, and walked over. "This is a male Fox Terrier." She smiled.
"Does he have a name?" Amy asked.
"Not officially. We nicknamed him Roscoe, but he doesn't answer to that. We only nicknamed him so we can differentiate between the other dogs, for veterinary purposes and the feeding schedule…"
"He has a feeding schedule?" Sheldon asked.
"Well here he does, yes."
"Fascinating…What are the times that he eats?"
"Eight O'clock for breakfast, midday for lunch, dry dog food at four, and dinner at eight."
"So…Four hour intervals?"
"That's correct, sir."
Sheldon looked at the dog, and the dog cocked his head on its side, as if he was also trying to analyse Sheldon.
"He's currently only a year old. Perfectly healthy, fully vaccinated, has been wormed, teeth checked, neutered, and no fleas." The woman was saying.
"Does he have any fears or other problems?" Amy was asking.
"Well, no, not per se…"
"That doesn't sound convincing." Amy frowned.
"Oh it's nothing really. He just seems a bit too reliant on schedules. He loves attention though, and he's very intelligent and sweet. He loves baths, maybe a little too much…" The woman replied.
"Ah! He sounds perfect!" Sheldon beamed, "I think we'll get along just fine. Can we go in and see him please?"
"Of course." The lady opened the pen to let Sheldon and Amy in, and the dog instantly wagged his tail, excitedly.
"Hello," Sheldon said, crouching down. "Please don't hurt me."
The woman laughed. "Roscoe's a big old softie! He's our friendliest resident."
As if to prove her point, Roscoe gently reared up on his hind legs, and put his paws on Sheldon's leg, tail now wagging manically as Sheldon stroked his head and ears.
Roscoe then tried his luck with Amy, who petted him and cooed.
"I think he's chosen you!" The woman laughed.
"I think we chose each other," Amy replied, grinning. "Right Sheldon?"
"Definitely. I like this dog…Although we'll need to change his name."
"We can do that later. I think this dog has found his new home!" Amy grinned excitedly.
"Great! I'd like to thank you on behalf of the shelter, and the dogs, for choosing a rescue dog. I'll go get his paperwork, then we can finish the transaction and Roscoe is all yours!" The woman smiled, as she closed the pen and led Sheldon and Amy to the office.
..
Almost an hour later, Sheldon and Amy were walking their new dog back to the suite, arms full of necessities for him.
"What about Lucky?" Amy suggested.
"My old cat was called Lucky." Sheldon shook his head. "And let's just say that didn't work out so well for him…"
"Hmmm…" Amy mumbled thoughtfully.
"I know!" Sheldon piped up. "I used to love watching Scooby Doo! How about we name him Scooby? Or Scrappy."
"I vote Scooby." Amy replied.
"Scooby it is!" Sheldon said, as they waited to cross the road back to the hotel.
They made their way through the building until they reached their suite, and let Scooby off the leash, where he trotted into the room and began to explore, sniffing the floor and everything in sight.
"Let's just hope he doesn't mark his territory." Amy muttered.
"You mean…Make sissy on the furniture?" Sheldon looked alarmed. "He can't do that!"
"Relax. That's why I got this." Amy placed down a large litter tray, filling it with litter, and planting a fake wooden log upright in it. "We can train him to go to the bathroom against this."
"Excellent idea Amy! Oh, but what about when we're having coitus?" Sheldon asked. "He might watch us!"
"Then we put him in the kitchen and close our bedroom door…Like we forgot to do that time Penny caught us." Amy shrugged. "Which reminds me, I need to call her." Amy set down the rest of Scooby's things, and walked into the kitchen with her phone.
Sheldon sat on the bed and relaxed, closing his eyes.
He felt something land on the bed, and looked up.
Scooby was eyeing him innocently, cocking his head on one side.
"You're not supposed to be on the furniture, Scooby." Sheldon said, and Scooby's ears drooped.
"Aw, but you're so cute…Come here." Sheldon relented, patting the spot beside him, as Scooby bounded over and curled up next to him.
Sheldon made a fuss of the dog, until Amy joined him in the bedroom. "I see I've been replaced!" She teased with a grin. "Hello Scooby." She stroked his head, and tickled his ears.
Scooby's tail wagged and his tongue lolled happily.
"He likes us!" Amy laughed. "Penny thinks our idea is great, by the way!"
"What? You told her?!" Sheldon groaned.
"Yeah…Sorry, was that wrong?" Amy bit her lip.
"No, it's just that she will tell everyone else…"
"So?"
"You're right. So what? We're doing the sensible thing." Sheldon replied, as he picked up the Dog Bubbles and blew a few into the air, as Scooby danced around and tried to pop them with his mouth.
Amy and Sheldon laughed.
"It's almost four O'clock; I'll fill up his bowl with some dry food. Come on, Scooby." Amy smiled, as she hopped down off the bed, and Scooby followed her into the kitchen.
..
That night, after the couple had eaten dinner, and were relaxing on the couch watching TV, Scooby lay down in his basket and yawned tiredly.
"He's going to sleep." Amy whispered.
Sheldon picked up the remote and turned the TV down a little, before sitting back in his spot, his arms around Amy.
He checked that Scooby's eyes were closed, before proceeding to kiss Amy passionately.
"We didn't get to have coitus last night." Sheldon whispered.
"And whose fault was that, Drunky McDrunkerson?" Amy raised her eyebrows.
"I blame David. He introduced me to light beer." Sheldon teased, as he ran his hands up Amy's shirt and expertly unhooked her bra.
"Wow!" Amy blinked, before Sheldon mounted her, and they both lay on the couch, writhing together, kissing feverishly.
After a moment, they heard a small sigh, and looked up.
Scooby was still in his basket, but now had a paw over his eyes.
Amy and Sheldon sniggered.
"We'd better take this to the bedroom." Sheldon said, taking Amy by the hand. "Goodnight Scooby."
They shut the door behind them, and Sheldon took Amy's shirt off instantly, before removing his own.
"Hey, I wanted to do that!" Amy pouted.
"I saved the best part for you." He replied, gesturing to his pants.
"Good point." Amy nodded, unbuckling his belt and unzipping the pants, before watching them fall to the ground and revealing Sheldon's new boxers, which were currently being tented by his erection.
Amy looked down appreciatively, and rubbed her hand over him, hearing him sigh with pleasure as he proceeded to undo Amy's skirt button and watched it fall to the ground.
He pressed himself against her, massaging her breasts with his hands, and rubbing his erection against her core, all whilst still maintaining the kiss.
Amy removed her underwear, and pulled Sheldon's down too, so that they were both completely naked.
"Let's try something different." Sheldon said, breaking contact.
"Like what?" Amy asked.
"This." Sheldon lifted her up, and held her up against the wall, inserting himself and thrusting hard but slowly.
Amy wrapped her legs around his waist, as he lowered his mouth to toy with her breasts.
Amy buried her head in her husband's neck, sucking and nipping the skin on his collarbone.
Sheldon was breathing erratically, pushing himself in deeper and harder, beginning to moan loudly.
"Oh God…Sheldon…" Amy was crying out.
"Mm Amy…"
They both released at the same time, and Sheldon returned Amy to the floor.
She could barely stand up, and had to sit herself down on the bed, next to her husband.
Sheldon kissed her, and was about to get up when he caught sight of himself in the dresser mirror.
"Amy, what is this mark on my neck?"
"Um…"
"Did you bite me?" He frowned.
"No…Uh, that-that would be a hickey." Amy mumbled, embarrassed.
"A what?" Sheldon asked.
"Remember last Halloween, when we were discussing couple's costumes, and were arguing and I said that couples either have matching costumes, hickeys or sex tapes…? You asked what a hickey was, and I said…"
"Oh…" He frowned, and then it sunk in. "OH! Amy, really?" Sheldon groaned.
"I'm sorry…"
"Well at least let me return the favour!" Sheldon said, leaning in and locking his lips to Amy's neck, biting and sucking the skin, and then leaning back.
"There." He declared.
"Yeah, I have to go to work like this." Amy frowned.
"Yes, but you can wear your coloured dust to hide it." Sheldon replied.
"You mean my make-up?" Amy corrected. "It's called face powder."
"Powder, dust…Same thing." Sheldon shrugged.
It was then that he realized he and Amy were still completely naked.
"We need to put some clothes on." Sheldon advised.
"Oh! God, yeah…" Amy looked embarrassed, as she and Sheldon changed back into their clothes.
They heard a snuffling noise at the door, and spun around.
Scooby had somehow managed to push open the door, and was sitting down, watching his 'parents'.
Sheldon was the first to spot him. "Oh…Uh, hi Scooby…We were just…"
Scooby was giving them both a blank stare, looking very displeased.
"Alright, look, Scooby…" Sheldon bent down. "When two people love each other very much, sometimes they like to engage in…"
Scooby continued to stare distastefully at Amy and Sheldon.
"We're very, very sorry for waking you." Sheldon muttered.
Scooby gave a small woof of satisfaction and trotted back into the living room.
Amy and Sheldon looked at each other and sniggered.
"So this is what it's like to have a child?" Sheldon laughed, "Fascinating."
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A/N: Thanks for reading. I will continue with this at some point, but am thinking of going on a break for a while. I'm not getting many reviews at all on this story at the moment, so it's kind of making me question it a bit. Seems to be going from one extreme to the other with me on here; not sure why? But I'll still write my other fic of course. I do try to update very frequently and work very hard on this, between working two jobs and studying, so I don't have a moment's peace really; I'm constantly working my butt off lol.
I'm not seeking attention or anything (totally not who I am in the slightest), and I hate to ask so forwardly, but I'd really appreciate some more (non-flame!) reviews please, if anyone is still reading this. Otherwise, I probably will feel the need to discontinue altogether.
A big thank you to those of you who do take the time to read and review. Really means a lot :)