Character(s): Bernd, Wolfgang, Didi, Amber, Fritz, Greta, Maria, mention of Tino & James
Genre: slice of life
Written for the prompt: Cream Puff (but never posted)
Summary: Bernd finally gives the dog he got for his birthday a name…
Author’s notes: Special thanks to Kat for pinking this for me and all her help, especially with the title. Please also note that this was written for a bingo card I had back in August of 2017. At the time, I decided to go with a pic of the dog instead of this fic.
It was a week after Bernd’s thirty-second birthday and he still had not come up with a name for his present. They took to each other like it was meant to be and he felt bad that everyone, including himself, referred to her as “the little fluff ball.” Being a Pomeranian, she certainly was fluffy, in fact that’s what they had named her at the shelter, but Bernd was not crazy about it as a name. Everyone had a suggestion or two for a name, but nothing stood out as a “good name” for her. Bernd sighed as he entered the kitchen, followed by the little fluff ball. At least she got along with the other two dogs; Mishka’s corgi, Sammy, and Amber’s and Fritz’s Entlebucher Mountain Dog, Deeohgee.
“Morning, Vati.” Bernd made himself a cup of coffee.
“Morning, Bernd,” his father replied. Wolfgang paused in his newspaper reading to watch the little dog. “She really likes you.” He smiled.
“Yeah. I took her out to the stable this morning to meet Blitzkrieg and the barn cats.” Bernd came over to the kitchen table and sat down.
“And?” Wolfgang patted his calf and the Pomeranian came over to him for a quick scratch behind her ears.
“She was really good.” Bernd sipped his coffee. When the fluff ball came over to him and barked, he picked her up and sat her on his lap. “Sssh…” he said to the dog. “She’s very sweet, and I get the feeling that she would follow me on my ride, but she’s too small.” He cuddled her.
Wolfgang laughed. “I’d say she was big enough.”
“Yeah…” Bernd also laughed. “I guess I could always train her to sit in the saddle with me.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Wolfgang shook his head and went back to reading his newspaper.
Bernd’s younger brother, Didi, shuffled into the kitchen. “Morning…” he said as he stifled a yawn. “How’s the lil cream puff doing?”
“Who?” Bernd looked at his brother.
Didi scratched behind the Pomeranian’s ear. “Sorry, I mean the dog. It’s just that Tino calls her the cream puff. So what did you finally decide to name her?” He waited for his brother to reply.
Wolfgang drank his coffee and looked up expectantly from the paper. The poor dog was still nameless, despite all the suggestions thrown Bernd’s way. He was getting tired of referring to her as kleiner Hund. All the other dogs and various household pets had a name, so it was about time the newest member had one too. “Well?”
“No, she doesn’t have a name yet. I was thinking of Princess, but she doesn’t look like one.”
Didi snorted and went to make himself a cup of coffee.
“But I do like cream puff…” Bernd said. “What do you think? Does she look like a ‘Windbeutel’?”
“A what?” Didi said as he sat down. Despite his father’s and brother’s fluency in German, he never really picked it up to the same degree. He drank his coffee.
“Windbeutel is German for cream puff.” Bernd drank his coffee.
The little dog barked as if to say, “Of course it is!”
“Morning,” Amber said as she walked into the kitchen.
“Morning, Opa!” Fritz said as he ran into the kitchen. Sammy and Deeohgee followed, which got the Pomeranian barking.
“Indoor voice,” Amber and Bernd corrected their son. Bernd quieted his dog down.
“Hi, Fluffy Butt!” Fritz patted the Pomeranian. He laughed when she tried to lick him.
Fritz nodded. “That’s what Uncle James calls her.” He sat down at the table, while Amber got him a bowl of cereal.
“Oh.” Bernd chuckled. “Well, you can tell Onkel James her name’s Windbeutel or Windchen for short.”
“Hey, Mutti Greta!” Fritz said when she entered the kitchen with Maria. “Vati’s dog got a name!”
“She does, hunh?” She ruffled her son’s hair on the way to the coffee pot. “Morning, everyone.”
Maria toddled over to Amber. She put up her hands and Amber picked the sleepy toddler up, cuddling her.
“Yeah! Her name’s Winchin!”Fritz said, mangling the German name. He went back to eating his cereal.
“Windchen,” Wolfgang corrected.
“Aaah…” Greta brought her cup of coffee to the table. She set it down and went to get a bowl of Cheerios for her daughter.
“Windbeutel,” Bernd said. “Didi said Tino was calling her a cream puff, which is better than James’ Fuzzy-butt.”
“Fluffy Butt,” Fritz said between mouthfuls of cereal.
Greta chuckled. “I like Windbeutel better,” she said, although, she did waggle her eyebrows at Bernd over the “Fluffy Butt” comment as his birthday party had been a decidedly “adult” affair.
Bernd’s cheeks heated up. “Danke.”
When Mishka came down for breakfast, Amber let her know the dog had been named. “I think I won the bet, since he didn’t name her something silly like Pumpkin or Princess.”
“I think you did.” Amber smiled and drank her tea.
Now that the little fluff ball had finally gotten a name, things settled back into the household’s normal routine. The adults got ready for work after breakfast, while Fritz got ready for school. The dogs headed off to the den to hang out with Amber while she read a book to Maria.