A/N: This is a sequel to my one shot 'Toby.' All you really need to know is that Toby is a bloodhound mix that Sherlock's used on a case before. Oh and he drools on the carpet.
"Sherlock what is the dog food for?"
"Didn't I tell you already? I was sure I had."
"I was probably out and couldn't hear you. Would you mind explaining it again?"
"I suppose not. We're going to have Toby for a few days."
"Toby… the bloodhound?"
"Yes. Hence the dog food. I did remember to write down the brand didn't I?"
"Ah, yes, that's here. Why do you need the dog?"
"For the case a course. Toby is the best bloodhound in London. I need him to help me find the correct butcher's shop. It's for the Montgomery case. Might take a few days."
"Okay…have you talked to Mrs. Hudson about this? She wasn't too happy with what he did to her carpet last time."
"Yes, well, I had asked you to speak to her about it."
"While I was gone."
"Well yes, but—"
"No. I am not going to play nice for you just because you're scared of her."
"John, I'm not scared of her, I just have far too much to do. Besides she was baking earlier and you know how much you love her baking. I'm sure she'd offer you something while you were down there."
"Ah and so you don't have to refuse her because you think it will slow you down."
"It will slow me down. Not that that was my point at all."
"Of course it wasn't. I'll tell you what, you ask her and I'll go with to eat anything that she might offer us."
"Can't you just—"
"No. You're the one who arranged to have a bloodhound staying in the flat. You're the one who's going to explain it to Mrs. Hudson. And take care of it while it's here."
"But John, I have the case to solve and—"
"No, if you want a pet, even a temporary-strictly-for-the-work one, you have to take care of it yourself. I am not being responsible for it."
"You won't even—"
"No."
"But just—"
"No."
"John—"
"I will get the dog food, if Mrs. Hudson says it's okay, but that is it Sherlock. Nothing more."
"…"
"Now quit pouting and we'll go talk to Mrs. Hudson about it."
"I'm not pouting."
"Are too."
"Are not."
"Are too."
"John—"
"Are too. Now come on."