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[limping_twerpmd]

After dealing with the Chase issue and trying to figure out what was going on with the cop, House picked up puppy food and a crate and headed over to the breeder's. After apologies for being late (might as well be on good terms in case something was wrong with the puppy, and besides, he didn't actually have her yet) and writing an obscenely large

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[the_neurologist]

"If it's another kitchen appliance I might have to kill you," Foreman yelled from the living room, where he was unpacking boxes.

[limping_twerpmd]

At least that gave House a direction. "That what we should name you?" he asked the puppy. "Blender, maybe?" The entirety of the response there was a wide-mouthed yawn.

He headed into the living room and set her down.

[the_neurologist]

Foreman looked up, his face lighting up like a little kid's.

"Baby, you got me a puppy?" he asked, pulling the puppy close and rubbing her head.

[limping_twerpmd]

"She's nine weeks old. A Great Dane." So he liked her. Good.