February 10th, 2015

thinky-face

75 Godiva Street, Tuesday afternoon

Not having an even remotely puppy proof house, Eliot had decided to take the puppy that invaded Luke's yesterday to the shelter the night before. He'd paid for a vet check up once they'd confirmed she hadn't been chipped, made sure she was settled in, told the shelter people to find her a good home (which was pretty superfluous, but they were very nice about it) and moved on with his life.

He'd been reasonably sure the matter was settled. Until he came home from class to find the puppy sitting on his front stoop, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

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He was doomed.

[ooc: mostly for the continuing adventures of the very determined puppy, but can be open as well if someone's interested in stopping by.]