Never had a large, temperamental, canine-quirked man like Ryo Inui thought he'd end up with a kid. And there was no mistaking that the little basket baby on his porch wasn't his, that little scruffy puppy tail poking out of the blankets with droopy ears hiding in their hair too similar to his own. What was he supposed to do? Leave the little one? His dog like instincts had kicked in too, not to mention, and he couldn't stop himself from cuddling them so close that night.

That was quite a few months ago, and Hound Dog's puppy was a crawling, waddling, and clumsy ball of mischief. From knocking over glasses on the coffee table, to hitting their head every time they stood, that little baby of Ryo's had the large man on his feet.

Just like now, actually.

It was suspiciously quiet for Hound Dog's taste, and now that he thought about it his puppy hadn't come wandering around their living room in a while. The baby had a tendency to move between two rooms too many times in a row.

Ryo stood to his feet, silently walking into the kitchen to look for his baby till his ears perked up at a sound unmistakable for whining, and just as Hound Dog turned the corner to investigate, there his scruffy puppy was. Said baby? Head stuck between the bars of the baby proof gate Ryo had up to keep the puppy out of the bathroom. They didn't need another bar soap incident.

' ' Oh, what have you done now? ' ' He nearly growled, only from worry of course, kneeling down to try and figure out how he was going to get his puppy out of yet another predicament.