Jason's Flat, Brighton, UK - Sunday Afternoon

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The tiny, wriggly puppy was having a very good day. The shelter was nice, but it wasn't anything like having a home. He missed his home, with people to cuddle him and shoes to eat.

The blonde girl had cuddled him, and he had licked her nose excitedly. And the boy had rubbed his belly, and how did he know that he liked belly rubs!? And then there had been lots of happy talk about him going home with them. Home! A real home!

He'd been so excited that he wore himself out. He slept most of the way to the flat.

It was okay, the girl said. He would have plenty of time to explore later.

(for one, but also OPEN to any who would call or e-mail either of the duo.)

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"Well, of course he will," Valentine agreed, bending over to inspect the puppy. It seemed very... doggish, didn't it?

"Here, and there, and he had better not eat my juggling balls, I must say, or we'll be talking to the lessor about allowing us to build a doghouse on the balcony, you know."

All of this was said with a grin on his lips. Naturally. It was difficult not to grin when there was a small, snoozy, wriggly sort of puppy invading one's home for the first time.