As if the puppy knew what Ashley was saying it started to whimper and even looked towards his saviour; Spencer. Taking pity on the small bundle Spencer lifted him out of the box and held him to her chest, she wasn’t taking this little guy back, and she couldn’t.

“I can’t Ashley and I’m not going to.” Spencer replied, putting her foot down.

“Yes you are Spencer; we aren’t even going to discuss this. Either you take him back or I’ll call which ever shop you got him from and they shall take him back.” Ashley replied.

“I didn’t get him from a shop Ashley; he was freezing out side on his own. Some little bastards had put him in this damn box and left him to die on the streets! He is staying with me and that is final!” Spencer shouted. She stormed away with the puppy in her arms, leaving Ashley to feel like evil itself had taken over her soul. She may not like dogs, but she wasn’t heartless.

She made her way up the wide stair case towards her and Spencer’s bedroom. Spencer made it easy for Ashley to find her, after an argument or fallout; the blonde went to exact same place every time. And that was the bedroom closet; well it was more like a room with rows and rows of clothes added in.

Walking in Ashley saw Spencer sitting at the vanity table cuddling the small puppy, while she cried into its coat. The sight made Ashley’s heart clench, she had once told Spencer that she would personally make sure that Spencer never had a reason to cry because she would give her the world if she simply asked for it. And to think she was on the line of breaking that promise.

“Spencer, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking and now that I am, I can look past my hate and let you keep your puppy. Can you forgive me for being a bitch?” Ashley whispered, once she had wrapped her arms around Spencer and puppy.

Spencer nodded then turned round in Ashley’s arms to cuddle deeper into her body. Finally a smile graced her face and the tears stopped.

“I want you to give Clifford a kiss. Come on just a quick one.” Spencer insisted, lifting the puppy up between their bodies. Spencer smiled elfishly up at her girlfriend, while she lifted a very happy puppy up closer to Ashley’s face.

“Spencer, come on give a girl a break. I’m letting you keep...Clifford.” Ashley replied with some distasted. Spencer had the worst taste when it cam to naming things and Spencer named nearly everything, including the kettle; Ralph. It sounds so weird when Spencer asks for her to turn the kettle on. Ashley shivered at the memory; the look she received from Paula was horrible.

The brunette pulled a face as she leant down and reluctantly placing her lips on the puppy’s wet nose. And before she knew it, she had a wet tongue placing sloppy kisses all over her face. It wasn’t the tongue that she wanted to be on her face.

“Ugh, that is disgusting.” Ashley groaned. She wiped the doggy slobber off of her face with the bottom of her shirt.

“Aww Ash, Cliff loves you. Who’s a good boy” Spencer cooed, she then started babying the puppy. When Clifford yawned, Spencer nearly melted; well that is what it looked like to Ashley anyway. “Oooohhhh Ashley, he’s tired.”