I want to adventures with you

© _ADwills

He tolerated the first few months, but after a while he started giving up on the idea of finding the right family. He'd snarl at people, completely shutting down when they'd try to interact with him. Deep down, he just wanted to go home, even though he has nowhere to go. As soon as he's alone, the guilt hits him. Hard.

He was a smart young man. He had a serious job that he spent years in school studying for- but nobody seemed to care about that. All they were looking for just another mindless lapdog, and Dennis refused to be just another house boy. Was self respect the price he had to pay for love? Were dogs like him worthy of love?

Then, his worst nightmare came true. Robby visited the shelter. Dennis tried with all his might to make sure he went unseen, but he noticed. Of course he noticed. Before Dennis knows it, they're in the socializing room together, talking. He's the first person he doesn't pin his ears at. He's the first person he can talk about his interests with. He'd the first person he lets pet him.

"They have you labeled as 'aggressive', but, I know you're a good boy, Den."

So then a nurse comes over and goes "Okay, I've got some stickers I'll put on your things so we know they're yours" and I'm like "OK cool" so she puts a sticker on my coat and stickers on my bags of clothes and then she turns to Shamu and I'm like "oh I guess he gets a sticker too"

But no. She pulls out a hospital bracelet that's an exact copy of mine and slaps it on his tail, like so:

And i was delighted by this, so I took a picture to send to my friends, who were equally delighted, and were cracking me up with their reactions (like so:)

Anyway, they take me back and put me under, and when I awake groggily a few hours later it takes me a minute to get my bearings, so I don't notice Shamu at first. But then I realize he's tucked up next to me in the gurney, so I grab him, and my hand touches gauze.

And I'm like "huh?" so I look at him and I realize

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Please R&R!!!!!!!

Edit:

art for Flying Monkeys on ao3, in which Robby does inpatient while stranded in Wisconsin and calls Jack every day

SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY! YOU are INVITED to A PHONE CALL

sometime between the hours of 6-7PM EST!