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SUMMARY: Your husband, Johnny got a new puppy dog and it's his first night at home!
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The scruffy pup was shivering in the corner of the bathroom, as you and your husband looked down at him. The bath water was warm, with some pet friendly bubbles, what should be so inviting to a cold, dirty little dog... apparently made him petrified.
"Come here, Beau, it'll be okay..." Johnny said, extending his hand out, "...Daddies here."
Your heart skipped a beat when he said that. Daddies here... He scooped Beau up and gave him a quick cuddle before placing him into the tub.
You dropped to your knees beside Johnny, and grabbed the sponge, but Beau was scampering at the walls of the bath, making it hard to wash him.
He fought you every step of the way, Johnny tried his best to reassure him, but you think his efforts were lost on the poor, frightened puppy dog.
"Stop squirming, Beau!" you sighed, "Please?"
After ten painful minutes, your joint efforts were ultimately successful, so you lifted Beau out of the water and into a towel. He squirmed out of your grasp and shook his fur, all the water went all over you. You yelped, "Gross!"
Johnny dried him off with a towel, and wrapped him up like a little baby. He places him next to the furnace and sits beside him for some extra warmth.
The night came fast and it's time for bed. Beau was licking Johnny's cheek, you think he was smart enough to know what was happening.
You found a basket in the closet, and put one of Johnny's old shirts in it. You thought Beau would feel more comforted if it was one of Johnny's, as he is, obviously the favourite owner.
"Here you go, here is your bed." you lead him to it but he doesn't seem to like it.
"Do you think he'll be warm enough?" Johnny wondered.
"I'm sure of it, it's only for tonight. Tomorrow we can go to the store and pick up some supplies." you reassured your husband, "He will be fine."
Johnny placed Beau into the makeshift bed, and placed half the t-shirt over him as a blanket. You look around the bathroom with a hand on your hip, "What if he pees?"
"I got it!" Johnny leaves the room for a moment, and returns with a folded newspaper. He takes some pages out and lays them flat on the tiles, "There."
Beau looks up at you with huge, adorable brown eyes.
"Goodnight Beau..." you said, whisking Johnny out of the bathroom. You knew it would be hard for him to leave the puppy alone, but it needed to be done early on.
"Goodnight." your husband muttered.
He flicked off the light. Before we even made it halfway down the hallway, Beau got out of the bed and his little paws scratched on the bathroom door.
He whimpered loudly, and it was sort of tragic to hear. You turn to Johnny, who is fighting the urge to go get him. "Don't think about it. He has to learn."
Johnny and you are off to bed yourselves. You unmake the bed, and slip inside. Beau is still crying. It doesn't stop for ten minutes.
After five more minutes, you nod to Johnny and he gets up, runs to the bathroom.
"Come right back." you say from down the hall.
Beau stops crying when Johnny opens the door, you think he is asleep. Your husband comes back to bed and you both go to sleep.
Time passes, again, Beau whimpers and howls. You're at your wits end, tell Johnny to go get him.
In the morning, he's snuggled up between you. You think how cute, as you watch them sleep. In the back of your mind, you imagine him with a baby of your own.
You slipped out of the bed, and went to the bathroom, accidentally stepping in something wet. You cringe, flick your foot and reach for something in the bathroom drawer.
You turn to the room. Johnny is cuddling Beau, and patting his tummy.
"Johnny." you say to him.
"I was thinking we could go down to that little pet sh-"
