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Y/B's POV
"Dogs!" I yelled from the kitchen.

I had been preparing their dinner for a bit now and I hadn't seen a sign of them yet, which is weird.

"Eenie! Meenie! Miney! Mo!" I shouted again. "Dinner!" I was concerned when they didn't come for that.

I scrubbed my hands and washed the knife I used to shop of some veggies for them.

"Dogs!"

This was weird. I wiped my hands on my dress and started to look for them.

I had looked everywhere. Except! I didn't even bother putting shoes on and I went through the back door, through the backyard, and to the gazebo.

There. Meenie and Mo were rough housing in the stream, Miney was napping on the grass in the sun, and Eenie was sat upon someone's lap. Olive's. I stood outside of the gazebo looking at her for a moment. She was wearing her usual apparel, her red hair seemed a bit straighter than usual. Her eyes were glued to a book in one of her hands. The other was buried in Eenie's thick brown and white fur.

She looked up at me and smiled, "Hey
Y/N/N!"

Eenie looked up and saw me, so did the rest of the dogs. They all ran up to me, including Olive to greet me properly, lots of barking from the four little fur babies that crowded my feet, and a big hug from Olive.

"Hey!"

Miney barked after we didn't pull away for a minute.

"What are you up to?"

"I was making the dogs food-" Barks erupted from the little dogs as they started off towards the house.

Me and Olive laughed as they waddled, the excess fluff near their butts shaking uncontrollably.

"Alright then." Olive giggled.

And we walked hand in hand back to the house behind the dogs.