(S5 & 6) Justin's House One-Shots + Shipfic Collection

Walkies Gone Rogue! (Part 1/2)🦮

Dogs starring:

Millie (The zestful pug)

Pedro (The dominant Labrador Retreiver)

Bailey (The cheerful Jack-A-Po)

Rhubarb (The mischievous Sausage dog)

Lady (The charming English Springer Spaniel)

Cooper (The witty Dalmation)

Minnie ( The fiesty West highland White terrier)

Oscar (The cheeky Chihuahu)

Tom adjusted the straps of his backpack, feeling the weight of the dog treats and toys press roughly against his shoulders. Today was a special day for three of his eight dog-walking companions: Bailey, Millie, and Pedro. They were about to embark on their very own afternoon doggy adventure at Justin's House!

As Tom approached the front door of Justin's House, he took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the frenzied response that the dogs usually greeted him with once he gave a single knock on the door. With his hand poised to knock, he instinctively gave a weary glance down towards the pack - particularly the trio.

First, there was Pedro, a massive Labrador Retriever, who stood with his ears perked, ready for any command that was to be thrown at him.

He was followed by Millie, a petite, yet zestful pug, who wagged her tail in succession as rapid and furious as a helicopter while her short legs began to hop about with anticipation.

Lastly, there was Bailey, a content and cheerful Jack-A-Po, who simply lolled his tongue out into an innocent, doggy grin towards Tom, as if to reassure him that things would turn out differently this time around.

Tom was already cringing when he finally summoned up the courage to place a hand forward to rap upon the door.

The single thump of Tom's knock immediately sent the dogs into a wild frenzy. The once tranquil and reposeful neighborhood of Justin Town now exploded with an agonizing symphony of barks, yelps, and howls.

"Hey, hey, calm down!" Tom shouted, trying to make his voice heard over the piercing cacophony of barks. He struggled to hold onto the leashes as the dogs leapt and bounded all over the place, their combined strength almost pulling him off his feet entirely.

With great effort, Tom managed to regain some control, bringing the dogs back to a more manageable state. But as he approached the door once again, their excitement only reignited. Bailey leaped up and down impatiently, while Millie's tail wagged at an even more frantic speed, and Pedro began to let out sharp, commanding barks at the door.

"Sorry about this!" Tom cried out, acutely aware that Justin and Robert were within earshot of the racket. He continued to struggle to maintain his balance every time the dogs pulled and tugged at his nimble, tall frame.

"Every afternoon," the dog-walker growled under panicked breaths. "Every. Single. Blooming. Afternoon!"

After a few more frantic, yet futile attempts of shushing, tugging and begging, the door creaked open, revealing a beaming Justin - his eyes widening at the sight before him. "Wow, you weren't kidding when you said they were an energetic bunch!" he exclaimed with a hearty chuckle, his voice barely audible amidst the canine pandemonium.

Tom only managed a strained smile towards the familiar, cheery face, as sweat ran down his forehead like droplets of melting ice cream. "Oh yes hello Justin, hi Robert! I just popped by wondering if I could leeee-" His shrill, bumbling words were cut off by the mighty pull of the dogs towards his body, sending him stumbling backward.

It took him several vigorous tugs to return back to an upright position, desperately clinging onto the leashes with all his might, before he finally staggered himself back to the doorstep.

"Here, could you look after these three?" the flustered dog-walker splutered out, handing over Millie, Pedro and Bailey's leads out to Justin with sweaty, quivering and bumbling hands.

"Yes, of course Tom!" Justin grinned back in a way that almost convinced Tom, to his slight aggravation, that he was oblivious to how much the dog-walker was truly suffering as a result of the dogs'  relentless hysteria.

With his assistance, they managed to finally shift Bailey, Millie, and Pedro inside the house, where they were greeted by an array of dog toys and treats laid out on the sofan resdy for their enjoyment.

Once inside, the feral anxiety that had been sturring up within Bailey, Millie, and Pedro began to rapidly dissapate once they found themselves enraptured by the new environment and the delightful assortment of toys and wafting of treats that awaited them.

Tom let out a ragged sigh of relief as he watched the dogs finally settle down, their previous frenetic energy had now been replaced with a calmer curiosity.

"Thank you Justin...I'll pick them up lat-"  Tom was cut off, once again, by the powerful pull of the leash from the dogs outside.

Tom's flushed expression rapidly shifted from momentary relief to exasperation as the remaining five members of his canine crew — Rhubarb, Lady, Minnie, Cooper, and Oscar — had thrusted him into the very heart of the chaos. He found himself engulfed by a relentless whirlwind of fur which thundered with rapturous barks and flailing paws. The dogs had officially reached a new height of mayhem that Tom thought could only exist in his nightmares.

Lady, the English Springer Spaniel, darted left and right with her graceful agility, while Rhubarb, the mischievous, slithe sausage dog, weaved his way among the chaos with a sly yet thoroughly amused gleam in his eyes. Cooper, the witty Dalmatian, added to the chaos with his playful antics and bounds whilst Minnie, the feisty West Highland White Terrier, barked in a high-pitched rhythm that harmonized with Oscar's cheeky Chihuahua yips.

He began to believe that all hope had been lost for them pursue his planned stroll with them... only for him to suddenly mentally slap himself in the face.

Of course, of course, of course!

However did he forget?!

It was in that realisation that he lifted his hand over to brush  his chest to feel a necklace, which dangled none other than a whistle!

Without further ado, he gripped onto the whistle and thrusted it to his lips,, unleashing a piercing note that tore through the chaotic canine cacophony, causing the tumultuous storm of fur and barks to come to an abrupt halt.

Seizing the moment, Tom began to  skillfully maneuvere the leashes, guiding Rhubarb, Lady, Minnie, Cooper, and Oscar into a more orderly formation.

With the dogs now in a semblance of order, Tom led the canine crew away from the lively atmosphere of Justin's House, their paws creating a rhythmic pattern on the pavement. The neighborhood, once erupting with the uproar of excited barks, gradually returned to its serene state as they moved further away.

Tom's strides were purposeful, and the dogs, though still energetic, seemed to have absorbed a bit of the calmness that their surroundings now offered. Lady, Rhubarb, Minnie, Cooper, and Oscar followed Tom's lead, their leashes taut but controlled.

As they strolled down the familiar streets of Justin Town, Tom couldn't help but appreciate the unique personalities of each dog. Lady's graceful trot, Rhubarb's mischievous glances, Minnie's feisty energy, Cooper's witty demeanor, and Oscar's cheeky bounces created a entertaining and diverse ensemble.

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers. The chaotic beginning at Justin's House now felt like a distant memory as the dogs, now in sync with Tom's pace, enjoyed the sights and sounds of their surroundings.

Strangers found themselves smitten by  the charming spectacle of Tom and his diverse pack of dogs. Each step felt like a triumphant march, turning what could have been a chaotic dog-walking experience into a harmonious adventure through the neighborhood.

Tom let out, for what felt like a century since he had, a heavy sigh of content and bliss. He then gave the whistle a heartfelt kiss, silently thanking it for coming to his rescue.

Things couldn't get any better than this...

But, little did the dog-walker know, that the dogs had other ideas...