Unexpected Desire

Puppy Fever and Hangovers

(First Person POV. Character: Fluff)

I hopped up on my owner's bed first thing in the morning. Prancing across the soft squishy pillow he slept on. It was much softer than the long brown chair I slept on.

Reaching his face, I licked his nose and spoke. "Wake up papa! It's time for food! Morning food time, get up!" I lightly shouted. But he only rolled over in response. So I tried again.

Placing my paws on the back of his head, I spoke again. "C'mon, you can't sleep forever papa! Up, up! I gotta eat too, ya know!!" My owner groaned. "No barking Fluff..." He said in a sleepy voice.

Man, these humans were really something! It was easy to get mama up, why was papa so different?? I crawled over to the other side of the bed to be face-to-face with him again. I licked his nose again.

Us animals refer to our owners as our parents because they take care of us the most. My actual mother, Bingo, was more like my trainer. Teaching me how to be a dog correctly. She even taught me how to dig a hole without getting dirt stuck between my paws!

My owner's nose twitched as I licked it again. He opened his eyes to see me staring back at him. "You really shouldn't watch people while they sleep... Let alone disturb them. It's rude..." Papa said as he closed his eyes.

Oh, no he didn't. I decided there was only one way to wake him up. And it was a little trick Uncle Mochi taught me...! 😈 I walked to the edge of the bed, climbed onto his feet, walked up to his stomach, and sat down. I opened my mouth up wide and stuck my tongue out. I could see papa open one eye up to look at me.

Then I made a hacking sound, that made it look like I was about to throw up. Papa sat up a little, now wide awake. "Fluff, don't you dare!!" I closed my mouth and pawed his stomach before hopping off the bed. "Now feed me!" I shouted before walking out of the room.

Papa sighed. 💭I just got tricked by a damn dog...💭 He thought. 💭I bet Mochi taught her that...💭

(Ludvig's POV)

I threw my covers off and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. "God, I should have listened to Fabian when he told me not to drink..." I told myself. "Why don't I ever listen to him??" I was hungover, and my head was pounding. Luckily, it was Saturday. Which meant I didn't have to be at work until after 6 p.m.

I slowly walked to my bathroom to freshen up. Getting the shower ready, I splashed some water on my face to wake me up a bit more. My phone suddenly dinged. I picked it up to see that I had gotten a text from Fabian.

Fabian: You up Marc?

I sighed, remembering that he was the one that brought me home last night. Which meant my car was still at the building. I texted him back.

Me: Yeah, I'm about to get a shower.

I got a reply a few seconds later.

Fabian: Alrighty, well let me know when you're done. I'll swing by to bring you breakfast.

l was thankful to have such a willing and generous friend. I guess that comes from years of having to tolerate each other. I was also now noticing that I only had my boxers on. That was a question to ask Fabian about.

Me: Real quick, why am I in my boxers?

Fabian: You threw up on your shirt, and some of it got onto your pants. So I took 'em off for you.

Oh, well I guess that made sense... Then he texted me again.

Fabian: You were also complaining that it was too hot.