The Dog
Ryan was woken out of sound sleep by a strange, wet sensation on his face. Normally, he was a very amiable person (except when it came to Lindsey it seemed) but every person has their quirks and one of Ryan's is that he hated to be woken up before he'd meant to get up. This strange sensation, accompanied by an odd snuffling sound and heavy breathing, jerked him out of the dreamless and into the cold world of the waking. Blast it all, Chris or Ian or Mikhael must have forgotten to turn on the heater last night, Ryan thought, snuggling deeper within his blanket instinctively. Ryan had found, much to his pleasure, that the heaters at the Branbury worked very efficiently, and since this had been a very cold and snowy winter so far, he'd been very grateful of that fact. But now, it seemed, there was no heat to be found and this strange sensation was stirring the currents of cold air even though this wet warm thing kept moving across his face. Grumbling and swearing revenge, Ryan rolled over. Nothing happened for a moment, then he felt it across his face again and now that he was awake, memory kicked in. This felt very familiar... it felt like... licking? Ryan cracked a pair of groggy eyebrows open and found a large,wet, pink mass sweeping across them.
"Gah!"
Ryan jerked up in his bed, wiping a hand across his eyes and blinked several times to clear the sleep from them. And as things cleared, he found himself looking into the sad brown eyes of an enormous, roly-poly Basset Hound that was sprawled out next to him on the bed.
Ryan and the hound regarded each other steadily, with Ryan blinking in stupefied astonishment. It was among some of the things that people don't really expect to find in their beds at the Branbury; most of the time pets weren't allowed at the apartment complex.
"Hi," Ryan said groggily to the dog, which respoded with a deep woof!
"Yeah... I have no idea where you came from but could you get out of my bed, please?"
The hound didn't budge.
Suddenly, a knock came at his partially open door.
"Ryan, you in there?" came the voice of his roomate Chris.
"Yeah," he replied, still in a staring contest with the Basset.
"I don't suppose you've seen a dog around? It'smy girlfriend's and it seems to have wondered off while were were taling outside?"
Ryan gazed back at the Basset, who got to its feet, shuffled forward and began to thorughly lick his face again.
"Yeah, I think I found him... or he found me. One of the two."
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