Strangers in the night

23

"Mer, I told you not to put that old chicken in the garbage can," Derek sighed. "Pip was bound to go for it."

"A week ago, he couldn't reach it," Meredith groaned. "A week ago, he tried and he couldn't. I had no idea he was going to grow a million inches and go for the trashcan first."

"A million inches?" Derek raised his eyebrows.

"He's huge, Der."

"But...a million inches?"

"I was exaggerating, Derek."

"I figured that, Mer," he laughed softly. "And puppies grow fast."

"And they can apparently get into trashcans when they do."

"Which I told you."

"Okay, fine, you're the puppy expert and I'll never put old chicken in the garbage again," she rolled her eyes.

"Good," he nodded, laughing softly.

"You're an ass, you realize that, right?"

"What? Why?"

"Because...you were right and now I have a sick dog on my hands."

"He'll be feeling better tomorrow," Derek shrugged.

"How's Jake?"

"He's good," he smiled. "He didn't want to sleep last night."

"That's because he knew Pip was coming over tonight. Or was."

"Still bring him over. The fresh air will probably help him feel better."

"I guess," she sighed. "I was going to bring him turkey Thursday but now...I don't think he's going to get any. Which probably means he'll hate me for life."

"Oh give him his turkey," he laughed.

"Derek...he ate old chicken, threw up every where, and then basically tried to hide it. And you want me to give him turkey? What about learning to discipline him?"

"But he'll give you those eyes."

"Which he learned from Jake."

"It's not my fault I have a smart dog."

"Jake learned it from you."

"Yet again, not my fault I have a smart dog."

"I'll think about giving him his turkey," Meredith sighed. "Speaking of..."

"Mer..."

"You have to come."

"No, I don't," he shook his head. "Jake and I will just have a quiet one at the trailer."

"Which will involve what?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Beer, movies...maybe some fishing."

"Damn it," she groaned. "I owe Cristina five bucks."

"What?"

"I called the fishing, but she said movies and fishing..."

"You were betting what I was going to do?"

"Cristina was."

"You seemed to be involved."

"Okay, I might have but that's not the point," Meredith shook her head. "The point is, you have to come."

"Mer, they're your friends, not mine," he sighed.

"Mark is your friend."

"And he's only there because he's oddly dating Izzie."