Does kalton ever consider adopting kids? Or at least more dogs??
okay so we already know they adopt a kid. aka morgan.
and we know that lily the dog dies when morgan is very young, maybe 2 or 3.
but hear me out.
morgan’s on her way home from school. walking home from the bus stop when she sees it.
now, morgan is fifteen, a freshman in high school, but it’s a puppy. so of course her response upon seeing a lost dog is to call to it and pick it up. it’s not her fault. she’s just nice.
it’s- he’s a black pit bull, a small wrinkly thing, and he’s shaking and looks a little skinnier than a puppy should.
and a little dirty.
kevin’s home when she comes up on her house. she can see the car in the driveway. she can also see andrew’s car, which is a good thing because lets be real, she tends to get her way when he’s around.
she holds the puppy under her arm tucked in her jacket when she walks through the door, but she doesn’t make it more than ten feet before kevin spots her.
“hey, come grab your shoes from the living room.”
she stops. and turns. kevin stops whatever he’s doing when she comes into view, and follows her into the living room. “what are you hiding?”
“nothing.”
“it’s a dog.”
“uncle drew!” she shoots him a look, and pulls the puppy out. he starts shaking more, but when she holds him to her chest it lessens. “i found him wandering on the way home. he doesn’t have a collar, dad.”
kevin groans. “we’ll check it for a chip and drop it at the shelter, i guess.” whats he supposed to do with a stray dog?
“i already checked on the way home,” morgan says. “he’s a stray. he doesn’t have a home.”
“morgs, we don’t need a dog right now, babe.” kevin hopes his pleasing face is effective.
but then morgan pouts and holds the puppy by her face. “you know, i didn’t have a home, either, daddy. and i got adopted by the best dads in the whole world.” she waves at him with the puppy’s little paw. “i just wanna do my part to give that to someone else, you know?”
fuck. fuck fuck fuck. she really pulled that card. did she really do that? right to his face?
she’s a brilliant menace.
kevin drops his head on the counter. “ask your father.”
she grins and sits next to andrew on the couch. “what should we name him?”
andrew stares at it, and then at her. “you know i don’t do dogs.”
morgan grins. “lord victor fox lawrence the third”
“you’re not good at it.”
“i can’t think of names like you and neil,” she whines.
andrew grunts. “that was all nicky.”
nicky’s name suggestions are this:
alfred von wigglebottom
lucky goodsniffer
prince of barkness
sherlock bones
ozzy pawsborne
morgan shows andrew the text, and andrew pauses for a moment. morgan says, “prince foxy wigglebottom the third”
“who’s the first two?”
she shrugs. “does there have to be anyone?”
“i suppose not.” andrew crosses his arms and glares at the dog when he tries to sniff his arm. “prince for short?”
“foxy.” morgan corrects.
andrew grimaces a little. “sentimental.”
he’s gone when dalton comes home, and the dog is with morgan in her room while she feeds him and makes sure he doesn’t get into any trouble.
kevin’s on the couch, and calls him in when he hears the door close. “hey.” dalton kisses him and drops his stuff on the futon. “morgan home?”
kevin nods. “in her room.” and pulls him down to kiss him again.
dalton sits next to him with a leg thrown over kevin’s knee. “what are you distracting me from?” dalton hums.
kevin nips at his lip and slides a hand into his hair. “your daughter brought home a stray dog,” he mumbles.
dalton laughs, a little, but then pulls away. “wait. what?”
kevin leans his head back. “no owner. ishe pulled the but you gave me a home, daddy card on me.”
dalton grins. “she pulled the daddy card, too.”
“i know right? i miss when she was a baby, she doesn’t call me that anymore.” he pouts. dalton kisses his cheek. “i told her it’s up to you.”
“oh, you fucker.” dalton knows he probably won’t be able to say no in the end and he hasn’t even seen the dog yet. he doesn’t know how they’d gone this long without getting another dog in the first place.
so he goes upstairs, and as soon as he knocks and opens morgan’s door the little black puppy comes trotting up to him. he picks it up. “oh my god, it’s so freaking cute.”
morgan grins as it licks her dad’s face. “is that a yes?” dalton sighs. “his name is prince foxy wigglebottom the third.”
“what?”
“andrew and nicky helped me with the name.”
there’s no going back. not with the dog’s head on his shoulder. “fine. it’s a yes.”
“yes! thank you, pa.” she hugs dalton and takes the puppy back. “okay, now i can officially change his name to prince foxy day the third. foxy for short.”
dalton purses his lips. his daughter is happy, after all. “welcome to the family, foxy.”
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Alrighty, If you’ve been hanging around the goodsniff hole for a while, you might remember the Houndstooth kids from around 2015. It’s a comic about post high-school sentiments. And dogs.
I guess I just wanted to say that it’s happening? And it’s almost done! However as most of us know full time work is a fantastic foil for personal projects. I had it slated to be finished by April, now it’s more likely to be August or later.
I’ll leave the rest to the official release. Thanks for sticking around though :^)
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(PS Whenever there’s radio silence, it usually means I’ve got something on the burner. I'm always still around though. I hate being one of those people that drops off online for months on end but sometimes there seems to be no way around it. Again, thanks for sticking around all the same :’^| )
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