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Halloween Bingo 20

Title: The Perfect Dog
Prompt: Adopt a Shelter Dog Month
Fandom: Original
Characters: Bernd, Amber
Word count: 1405
Rating: G
Summary: Amber wants a dog and she and Bernd decide to go to the local shelter for one…
Author’s note: Thanks to my beta Kat for pinking this for me. Please note that Amber and Deeohgee also belong to her. This was also written as Kat’s treat.

For Kat…

“Hey Amber, whatchya doing?” Bernd said as he came over to the kitchen table, where she sat, looking up things on her laptop.

Amber looked up from her research. “I’m looking for a dog.”

“Yeah? Why don’t we get in my car and go into town and have a look in the shelter?” Bernd walked over to the fridge and opened it. “They’ve got tons of dogs looking for a forever home.” He looked inside and took out a beer. “Want one?”

She shook her head and went back to her research. “We could, but I’m looking for a dog that’s okay with being outside and that’s good with kids. So I’ve been looking at various sites and narrowed it down to few that I like.”

“Yeah?” He opened his beer and sat down next to her. “What did you come up with?”

Amber showed him pictures of several dogs, explaining why each one was a good choice.

“What about a standard poodle?”

“I know you’ve got a thing for fluff balls, and while a standard poodle is a bit of a compromise between that and what I’m looking for, I kind of had my heart set on one of these.” Amber showed him a picture of the Entlebucher Mountain Dog. “It’s a good dog, but it’s a little rare.”

“Oh…” Bernd looked at the picture. “It’s not one of those big horse-dogs like Duke was?”

“No, although I did look at mastiffs, but a dog like that eats as much as Blitzkrieg.” She smiled at him. “The Entie is smaller, but just as sturdy. It’s a good family dog, and they raise them as farm dogs in Switzerland.”

“It’s a Swiss dog?”

“So?” Amber looked up at him. “Just because your family’s German, Bernd, doesn’t mean we have to get everything German.” She smiled. “Who was the one who was getting all excited the other day over that lady’s Chihuahua? You were totally in love with that little rat in the fur coat.”

Bernd blushed. “So? It was cute.”

“Well, last time I looked, those dogs were from Mexico.” Amber smirked.

“Okay, okay, so dogs are universal.” Bernd sat next her, and reaching over, he took the mouse and scrolled through the Entlebucher Mountain Dog site. “Amber, I’m sorry, but I don’t think we can afford to get one of those puppies.” He pointed to the selling price next to a picture of a puppy. “That’s more than I make in a month.” He sighed.

Amber took the mouse back and restored a minimized window. “This site says they occasionally end up in shelters because people don’t do their homework and they get a dog on impulse and it doesn’t fit their lifestyle. And there are rescue groups too, where we might be able to find a puppy.”

“You really want one?”

“What do you think?”

“I think we get in the car and see what the shelter has first. We can leave Fritz with Vati, so we won’t have to take the first dog he falls in love with.”

“Can I also leave you here with Vati, so you don’t take the first fluff ball you fall in love with?” she teased.

“I’ll be good, I promise.”

“You’d better be!” Amber playfully shook her finger at him when Bernd left to go ask his father if he could watch Fritz for them.

Several minutes later, the two of them piled into Bernd’s car and drove to the shelter. When they got there, they hurried inside. The girl at reception desk handed them a clipboard with several sheets of paper for them to read and sign.

“We’re just here to look at the dogs, not adopt one, well, we do want to adopt one,” Bernd said.

“We’re looking for a specific kind of dog,” Amber explained.

“I know, but in case you find a dog, or a cat, that you like, your paperwork will already be filled out.” The receptionist smiled at them. “And if you don’t find someone today, it’ll be kept on file.”

Bernd looked at Amber. “Shall we?”

“Yeah. You never know.” Amber grinned. “I’ve got a good feeling about this.”


“Yup! So let’s fill it out.” Amber grabbed a pen from the counter and began filling out the paper. When she was done and after they had handed over their licenses as ID, they went over to the waiting area until it was their turn to go in and look at the dogs. Amber sat there, holding Bernd’s hand. While she had her heart set on an Entlebucher Mountain Dog, she would look with an open mind at any family friendly dog that met her criteria.

After what felt like an eternity, they were called into the back of the shelter by one of the volunteers. She led them past cages full of cats and kittens to the dog run out back. Dogs barked in an attempt at getting noticed, while others barked as a way of venting their anxiety. The volunteer paused every so often in front of various kennel runs, pointing out the dog inside, while giving them information on a dog that might fit their needs. One dog they paused in front of was little more than a puppy.

“He’s the last of a litter of puppies that was brought in with a stray dog. All have found homes, including Mama, except this little guy. We think they’re some kind of a Bernese Mountain Dog cross, possibly with a Bernie as the dad, since they all have that coloring,” the shelter worker said. “But instead of being fluffy like a Bernie, they all have short hair.”

“Can we see him?” Amber said. She could not believe it. There, in the kennel run, was what looked like her perfect dog.

The volunteer looked at Bernd for confirmation. When he nodded, she took the puppy out and with Amber and Bernd in tow, brought them back inside to one of the adoption rooms. She placed the puppy on the floor, and closing the door behind her, she left them to bond with each other.

Amber quickly went through the temperament list in her head with the puppy. He was not too aggressive, nor was he too timid. Even better, he was passing the “Bernd test” and was playing with her “husband.”

“You like him?”

“Yeah, he’s kinda cute, aren’t you, boy?” Bernd said.



“Can we get him? I think he’s an Entle.”

“No way!” Bernd looked up at her.

“Yeah, look at him. I mean he looks like all the pictures I showed of the puppies.”

“Now that mention it, he does…”

“So let’s get him.”


When the shelter volunteer came in to check on them, Amber told her they had fallen in love with the little guy and wanted to take him home. After more paperwork, they were given a “puppy pack,” which contained a collar, leash, toy, a couple of puppy food samples along with coupons, some housebreaking pads, and a vet-health certificate from the shelter vet. They were also given a list of shots the puppy had so far and encouraged to take him to their vet, or if they did not have one, the shelter vet ran a free clinic on the first Saturday of the month for new pet owners. They were given a voucher for it, along with a list of local veterinary practices in the area. While Bernd took hold of all the supplies, Amber took the cardboard carrier containing their baby. She held it carefully, making soft cooing noises to the puppy inside as they left the shelter. Getting in the car, they drove home, the puppy in his carrier on Amber’s lap.

“So what should we call him?” Bernd asked.

“Deeohgee,” Amber said with a smile.

“Dio what?”

“Amber rolled her eyes. “Dee Oh Gee,” she said slowly. “Deeohgee.”

It took Bernd a few minutes to get it. He laughed. “So we’re calling him ‘Dog’?”

“Not ‘Dog;’ ‘Deeohgee,’ silly.”

Bernd shook his head. “If you say so.”

“I do!”

Deeohgee quickly settled down to life between the house and yurt. He grew into a fine dog and spent his days playing with Fritz, chasing squirrels, and trotting after Blitzkrieg whenever Bernd went for a ride. Watching him play with her son, Amber knew they had made the right choice that day they had visited the shelter.


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 13th, 2015 01:21 pm (UTC)
Deeohgee sounds like a wonderful dog!

I want a dog so bad! I really can't have one right now. I live in a tiny place and I'm gone too much. Thank goodness for the therapy dogs who visit at work.
Dec. 14th, 2015 03:02 am (UTC)
Thanks! :D

Me too! I'd love one too, but I'm still at home & all. *sighs*

Yeah! I have to content myself with all the dogs that live around here, that I catch out being walked & are friendly enough to come say "hi!" :D
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