POI fic: Petco
TITLE: POI fic - Petco
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Little dog series #2
John was sorry he had accompanied Finch on his shopping trip to get provisions for their newest member. He had been hoping it would be a “grab and go” type trip but unfortunately Finch seemed rather concerned that he was getting all the appropriate supplies. He perused the packaging or inquired of the helpful staff what would be most appropriate for their little rescue dog.
He also seemed as concerned with the dog’s sartorial appearance as his own, buying a tastefully decorated collar and a jaunty plaid doggy coat for when the weather got colder. Toys, bowls, and a plushy bed were also added to the natural, organic dog food already in the cart.
Finally they were finished. Ensconced in the back seat of the car, Finch cooed over the dog snuggled in his arms. Meanwhile Reese tried to manhandle their various packages into the trunk, which was already filled with John‘s sniper rifle and grenade launcher (in case of emergencies).
Back in the library kitchen, their newest member enjoyed some food and water from his new bowls while Finch removed his jacket and vest and neatly folded them over a chair. He then filled the sink with warm water and removed the doggy shampoo from one of the many bags. When their guest had finished his meal, Reese picked him up and put him in the sink for his upcoming ablutions. Sure that Finch would be occupied for a while, John snuck off to see to his arsenal. He didn’t want a repeat of what had happened with Leila.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Little dog series #2
John was sorry he had accompanied Finch on his shopping trip to get provisions for their newest member. He had been hoping it would be a “grab and go” type trip but unfortunately Finch seemed rather concerned that he was getting all the appropriate supplies. He perused the packaging or inquired of the helpful staff what would be most appropriate for their little rescue dog.
He also seemed as concerned with the dog’s sartorial appearance as his own, buying a tastefully decorated collar and a jaunty plaid doggy coat for when the weather got colder. Toys, bowls, and a plushy bed were also added to the natural, organic dog food already in the cart.
Finally they were finished. Ensconced in the back seat of the car, Finch cooed over the dog snuggled in his arms. Meanwhile Reese tried to manhandle their various packages into the trunk, which was already filled with John‘s sniper rifle and grenade launcher (in case of emergencies).
Back in the library kitchen, their newest member enjoyed some food and water from his new bowls while Finch removed his jacket and vest and neatly folded them over a chair. He then filled the sink with warm water and removed the doggy shampoo from one of the many bags. When their guest had finished his meal, Reese picked him up and put him in the sink for his upcoming ablutions. Sure that Finch would be occupied for a while, John snuck off to see to his arsenal. He didn’t want a repeat of what had happened with Leila.