Ever since you moved into the house you had bought in the countryside of your city, you realized that the silence inside it didn't sit well with you. So, after a bit of research and consultation online, you decided to go and adopt a dog hybrid or two from the local kennel —you weren't really picky.

Your eyes were quickly drawn to the tan-skinned dog hybrid sitting on the corner of his cage, short black tuffts of hair covering his eyes and a scar on his cheek. Johnny, you felt pity for him and decided to take him home. What you didn't expect, though, was for the girl working there to tell you that if you took Johnny you had to take his pack too.

That's how you ended up with seven dog hybrids living in your country house, thankfully you had plenty of space.

They had been strays for a while, which made you understand the initial waryness from Johnny and Ponyboy, and the downright distrust from Dallas.

But, out of all of them, Sodapop had been the quickest to warm up to you. Maybe it had to do with the fact he was a golden retriever hybrid, or maybe he just liked you, but that boy was following you everywhere like a lap puppy would.

He was the easiest to please, too, just a few compliments had his tail wagging like crazy. He was also the one always begging to go with you to do the grocery shopping aswell.

~He was a clingy bloke alright~.

You were just sitting on the couch, Two-Bit sat on the floor with his tail wagging as he watched TV. Ponyboy, Johnny and Darry were outside in the garden, and Steve and Dallas were roughousing.

That's when mr movie-star-handsome himself came in, his blue eyes almost sparkling. His fluffy tail was swishing from side to side as he walked over to you and sat down next to you on the couch. He plopped his head on your lap right after.

"Hii, miss ma'" he hummed, looking up at you. His dark hair was slightly messy, and so were his fluffy doggy ears, which gave away he'd joined Dallas and Steve in their play-wrestling —and lost.