Shawn Mendes Imagines

16- Your Child Gets a Dog.

"That one" you son, Caleb said pointing at at the baby Dalmatian that was wandering around the play pen. I glanced over a Shawn worried about a soon-to-be large dog running around our house. He just chuckled and bent down besides Caleb.

"You pick whatever one you want" he said looking back at me and smirking. I glared at him shaking my head as he called over the sales assistant. He pointed out the dog and we signed papers and bought some little necessities.

We were soon ready to leave. Shawn grabbed the dog which was asleep in the basket and he placed it in the back of the car making are to strap it in. He soon appeared in the drivers side of the car.

"I'm gonna kill you when we get home" I scolded.

"You said and I quote 'pick whatever doggy you want' so that's what he did" he said pulling out of the parking lot and heading home. I never had a come back because he was right.

"Fine" I huffed "but when the dog is boisterous and is causing havoc all over the house you can sort it" he chuckled.

"Fine" he placed his hand on my thigh and we pulled into our garage. We grabbed all of the bags and headed into the house. "So what you gonna call it champ?" Shawn said ruffling his hair.

"Truffle" he smiled proudly. Shawn nodded and unlocked the cage allowing the dog to head out wearily.

"Truffle it is"