Bandit Stole My Heart (boyxboy)

I had never been a dog person, or cat person, or anything breathing that I might have to take care of person, so I always turned James down when he brought home a new creature for the clinic. Last week it had been a iguana who's old family just didn't have the time for, and a kitten that had been starved just before that, but I held my ground and told him no. But it was clear he wasn't going to give up when he called me friend asking to come over for pizza and beer.

Like usually, he arrived around 9pm with a cage that had a blanket thrown over it to hide whom ever it was he wanted me to care for. As usual, I teased him for being relentless as we settled down in the living room to watch T.V. but this time he didn't say a word about the creature, and it made no noise. I was starting to think the cage was empty when suddenly the cage flipped over as its prisoner tried to escape.

"Whoops, I forgot about him," James said with a chuckle as he righted the cage but still didn't remove the blanket.

"What is he?" I finally asked, growing tired of the mystery.

"Oh, just a little guy I'm taking home after you reject him," James answered with a huge smile, as if he was hopping for me to fight him and instead insist on keep the thing.

"I don't want a pet."

"Just take one look, please," James begged as the cage began to fall over again.

"No."

"Please, I'll stop bring animals here if you let him stay the night."

Damn, that was probably the best deal I would ever get out of James, and I can't see him offering it twice so I agreed and watched as he pulled the cage to the other side of his chair so I couldn't see what he was doing, which was probably for the best because the second he turned back around I knew I was fucked.

In his hands was tan and white puppy with one blue eye and one green. His ears were pointed up and his tinny tail whipped back and forth but he didn't try to wiggle away from James. In stead he just stared back at me like his knew that he had to be patient just a little longer and James would reward him by let him down, which is exactly what happened. Once James realest the puppy it went running, exploring every inch of my home with his little noise.

"He's a half husky half pit bull, and his name is Bandit," James told me as Bandit came running back into the living room with my boxers on his head, whimpering because he could no longer see.

"One night," I stressed to James as I pulled my boxers off his head. He must have taken that as an invitation because seconds later he was on my lap, his little paws on my chest as he tried to eat my chin, "What am I suppose to do with him while I'm at work?"

"I'm sure you'll figure something out," James replied unhelpfully as he got up and walked to the door, "I've left everything you'll need for the nigh in the cage, good luck," and with that he left.

After two hours of watching Bandit go through everything I own and found ever hidden piece of clothing for under my bed, I decided to take a shower. I had never understood the appeal of leaving the door open while one was in the restroom, so I closed it behind me. Less than ten minutes later, while I was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, this bone chilling screech made me jump, lose my balance, and crash down onto the shower floor. The loud noise I cause made the shrieking increase till I was finally able to lift my self off the floor and get to the door where Bandit sat, just staring up at me like he was innocent.

"What do you want," I snapped at him, making him whine some more before pawing my wet ankle.

"No, you're not showering with me." I slammed the door in his face and went to resume my shower when the god awful wailing started back up.

"How, how do you do that!" I yelled at him as I opened the door yet again only this time I turned to left so he could run into the bathroom too. I will never tell a living soul for as long as I shall live that I actually picked up with distressed puppy and carried him into the shower with me so he could stand at my feet and try to catch the water drops. Once I was done washing myself I put a small amount of my axe body wash in the palm of my hand and used it to wash his furry little body before getting out and towel drying us both.

He followed me happily to my room where I put on a pair of boxers and then back to the bathroom as I brushed my teeth, with his help. Somehow, the same creature that couldn't jump high enough to get into the bathroom found his way onto the counter so he could chew on the hard end of the tooth brush while I brushed my teeth. After that adventure he followed me back to my room and watched me as I turned out the lights and laid down for bed. He tried to jump onto the bed but couldn't make it so he sat by the night stand and stared at me. I started back. He whimpered, I turned around. Then the shrieking started again. Dear god, help me not kill this damn dog!

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Author's Note: If anywhere in this chapter it says Logan, please just ignore it and know that I'm talking about Bandit. I changed his name last minute because Logan just wasn't cute enough for my little boy. Anyways, please tell me what you think so far, and vote so I'll know someone read it!

Also, I know there are a bunch of grammar mistakes, please just ignore them.