dog!simon!riley and human!reader
dog!simon literally followed you around every you went. you honestly believe he has attachment issues. you understand he’s a dog but there is no reason for him to follow you everywhere.
he follows you to check the mail , to the closet when you have to look for a pair of shoes , to change the ac whenever it’s too hot out.
hell dog!simon follows you when you have to shit.
you love dog!simon you really do but you deserve some alone time. you are sure there are many things dog!simon could do on his own.
he was a shit ton of toys , the tv is on for him 24/7 , he has a huge backyard to go play in. but yet he chooses to be next to you every second of the day.
you couldn’t even shit in peace. every time you would try to sneakily shut the door quickly, dog!simon would push himself right into the bathroom with you.
you sighed in defeat. ‘look buddy i love you and all. but you have to give me some space.’ you patted dog!simon’s head.
dog!simon barked at you. he did his little cute puppy dog face with his tongue out , his large tail wagging back and forth. dog!simon wished you could understand him.
‘i just adore you.’ he barked. how could you be mad at a cute little guy like him.
‘simon. give me 10 minutes to use the restroom and then you can be next to me all you want. deal buddy?’ you tried to negotiate but dog!simon wasn’t letting up.
dog!simon let off a series of barks and whimpers. you wished you could understand him but you couldn’t. so as any sane human would do. you gently grabbed his collar and gently pushed himself out.
oh that set dog!simon off.
he jumped at the door , scratched it , he even tried to open the door with his snout. in his head he was screaming at you to let him back in.
‘please let me in. don’t leave me out here alone. please.’
‘i’m sorry buddy i just need a bit of time alone’. you called out , genuinely feeling bad.
after you finished what you needed to do , you opened the door to find dog!simon gone. you searched your bed. he wasn’t there. you searched the whole top floor of your house, he wasn’t there.
you made your way downstairs to see that dog!simon quite literally tore up every inch of furniture you had.
‘what the fuck simon. i just asked for 10 minutes alone.’ you said in disbelief and a bit of shock. your fluffy couch was now just fabric as the fluff was all over your kitchen and living room. the new , expensive rug had pee and shit all over it. your new glass table had all sorts of scratches and bite marks.
dog!simon started to bark and you sore you could see a smirk on his face. ‘see what happens when you make me upset.’