You knew you’d have to make compromises for his work, but this is certainly not a compromise you’d been expecting to have to make. You liked your nice, clean home, your pristine couches and your vanilla smelling candles. Nothing was there to mess up the cleanliness you were so fond of—until he came home from work one day, with a dog.

Not just a dog—a military K9. He’s not too old, but he’s too old to continue his work, and John had formed a bond with him. He couldn’t just have him be adopted by some randomer, no, he had to bring him home. Now, you share your nice, clean space with a huge German Shepherd that you’re convinced is getting fur everywhere on purpose. You’re sure you’ve seen the smug look in his eyes when he jumps up on the couch.

Your nice, relaxing movie time with John is being very much interrupted by the dog, who’s decided to lay right across the both of your laps. There goes any cuddling you’d wanted to do. Unfortunately, he’s quite jumpy for a trained dog. Perhaps an action movie wasn’t the best choice. As an explosion goes off on the TV, he perks his head up and lets out a series of eardrum shattering barks.

“Easy boy, easy,” Says John’s gruff voice from the side of you, as he gently places a hand on the dog’s head and coaxes him into laying down again. “Might take him a while to get used to bein’ domestic. He’s used to running right at those explosions.”