It all started with a fight.
A *stupid* fight.
Petey didn't even remember how it began. Something about Dog Man being *too careless*—or maybe Dog Man had *broken* something in the house again. Or maybe it was just Petey being in a bad mood and Dog Man getting on his nerves.
Either way, words were exchanged.
Petey snapped.
Dog Man barked back.
And then—
"*I'M DONE, DOG BREATH!!*" Petey had shouted. "*I DON'T WANNA DEAL WITH YOU ANYMORE!!!*"
Dog Man's ears drooped.
But Petey *didn't care.*
At least, that's what he *told* himself.
---
Petey was *serious* this time.
No talking. No looking at him. **Nothing.**
Dog Man tried to follow him around the house—Petey *ignored* him.
Dog Man wagged his tail, hoping Petey would acknowledge him—Petey *looked away.*
And when morning came—
Petey *didn't* make Dog Man's lunch for work.
It was routine by now. Dog Man always packed *their* lunches, but ever since Petey secretly started making *his,* it had become *their thing.*
But not today.
Dog Man *whined* when he saw his empty lunch bag.
Petey *sipped his coffee.* "*Guess you'll have to pack yer own lunch today, huh?*" he muttered.
Dog Man let out a *low whimper* and slowly packed *his own lunch* for the first time in a while.
And yet, Petey *refused* to feel bad about it.
...Right?
---
Dog Man went to work.
The house was *quiet.*
Too quiet.
Li'l Petey had noticed right away. "*Papa? Why aren't ya talkin' to Dog Man?*"
"*Hmph.* Not dealin' with him right now, kid.*"*
"*But why?*"
"*Because.*"*
Li'l Petey *pouted.* "*That's not a reason...*"
Petey *grumbled* but didn't answer.
---
When Dog Man got home, he was *still* wagging his tail, trying to get Petey's attention.
Petey *stayed on the couch,* flipping through a book, completely ignoring him.
Dog Man sat beside him.
Petey *got up* and walked to the other side of the room.
Dog Man *whined.*
Petey *ignored* it.
But for some reason...
The couch felt *too big.*
Like something was *missing.*
Or someone.
---
That night, when they all got into bed—
Petey *turned away from Dog Man.*
Dog Man, confused, tried to nuzzle close—
But Petey *shifted further away.*
"*Sleep on yer own side, dog breath.*"* Petey said as he took Li'l petey to his side.
Dog Man *stopped wagging his tail.*
For the first time since they started sharing a bed—
Dog Man curled up *alone.*
Petey closed his eyes.
Told himself this was fine.
And yet...
The bed felt *colder* than usual.
---
They used to fight all the time.
When they were *enemies?* That was all they *did.*
But this?
This was *different.*
Because *before,* their fights never left an *empty* feeling in Petey's chest.
He tossed. He turned.
He couldn't fall asleep.
The worst part?
Neither could Dog Man.
He could *hear* the mutt shifting under the covers, letting out the occasional *sad sigh.*
Petey groaned.
"*Ugh, what is wrong with me...*"
He shouldn't care.
He *shouldn't.*
But maybe...
Just maybe...
This fight *wasn't* worth it after all.
--- PART 2 : Making Up (Maybe...)
Petey had gotten *zero* sleep.
He stared up at the ceiling, scowling. His brain *wouldn't* shut up. The *longer* he ignored Dog Man, the *worse* he felt.
The bed was too *cold.*
The house was too *quiet.*
And worst of all?
Dog Man wasn't snoring.
That mutt *always* snored.
But tonight, nothing. Just occasional *sad sighs.*
Petey groaned and *pulled a pillow over his face.* "*Why do I feel bad?! He's the one who's annoying!!*"
No answer.
Not even an indignant bark.
Because Petey wasn't talking to him.
And Dog Man wasn't talking back.
For some reason... that thought made Petey's chest feel *weird.*
---
**The Next Morning**
Petey woke up cranky, exhausted, and *still* mad—except now, he wasn't even sure *why.*
Dog Man got up first, stretching and yawning.
Petey *turned away.* He wasn't *ready* to look at him yet.
Dog Man *lingered* for a moment, as if waiting for Petey to say something.
Petey said *nothing.*
With a low whimper, Dog Man *got up,* put on his uniform, and grabbed his lunch bag—the one *he* had to pack.
No tail wagging.
No goofy grin.
Just a quiet glance toward Petey before heading out the door.
Petey sighed, rubbing his face. "*Ugh. What am I doin'...?*"
---
Dog Man was gone.
Li'l Petey was playing outside with 80HD.
And Petey?
Petey was alone.
He sat at the kitchen table, his tail flicking. He *should've* been relaxing. Enjoying the peace and quiet.
Instead, he was staring at Dog Man's empty lunch bag.
The one that *should've* had a meal *Petey* made inside it.
Petey groaned and *dragged his claws down his face.* "*Stupid mutt... why do I feel like *I'm* the bad guy here?!*"
The house *felt wrong* without Dog Man being loud and annoying.
And Petey *hated* that he missed it.
---
Later that afternoon, when Li'l Petey got home, he *immediately* noticed something was up.
"*Papa?*" he asked. "*Didja and Dog Man make up yet?*"
Petey crossed his arms. "*No.*"*
Li'l Petey *pouted.* "*Why not??*"
"*Because.*"*
"*Papa...*"
Petey sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "*Look, kid, sometimes adults fight, okay?*"
"*But ya always make up!*"* Li'l Petey huffed. "*Dog Man looks sad. I don't like it when ya fight.*"*
Petey *felt* a pang of guilt at that.
"*He ain't sad, he's fine.*"*
"*Nuh-uh! I saw him at work today! He was slow an' distracted an' Chief yelled at him a buncha times! Even Sarah was wonderin' what was wrong!*"*
Petey blinked. "*Wait—*he got in trouble?*"
Li'l Petey nodded. "*He even ate a soggy sandwich 'cause he didn't have a good lunch today...*"
Petey *winced.*
...That *was* kinda sad.
"*Papa, c'mon...*" Li'l Petey gave him a *big* pout. "*Please make up with him?*"
Petey groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "*Uggghhh...*"
Li'l Petey hit him with the **puppy-dog eyes.**
Petey *grumbled.* "*Fine. Whatever. I'll talk to him when he gets home, okay?*"
"*YAY!!*"
Petey sighed. "*What have I gotten myself into...*"
---
That evening, Dog Man finally came home.
His ears were drooped. His tail *barely* wagged. He looked **exhausted.**
Petey *stood by the kitchen counter,* watching him.
Dog Man noticed and *perked up slightly—* then quickly looked *away,* as if *he* was ignoring *Petey* this time.
Petey sighed. "*Alright, look. Before ya get all mopey on me—*"
Dog Man's ear twitched.
"*I *guess* I was kinda a jerk.*"* Petey muttered. "*A *little.* Maybe.*"*
Dog Man turned slightly, his nose twitching.
"*And... maybe I missed ya today, okay?*" Petey admitted, crossing his arms. "*I'm *used* to fightin' with ya, but not like *this.* It's weird. So let's just... y'know. *Stop.*"*
Dog Man blinked.
Then, slowly—
His tail started wagging.
Petey *rolled his eyes.* "*Oh, don't get all smug about it.*"*
Dog Man *jumped on him* and started *licking his face.*
"*ACK—DOG BREATH!!!*" Petey *pushed him off,* sputtering. "*I SAID STOP FIGHTIN', NOT LICK ME TO DEATH!!*"
Dog Man barked happily, his tail *wagging like crazy.*
"*Ugh. Whatever.*"* Petey smirked *just a little* and grabbed a container from the counter. "*Here. I made you somethin' for dinner.*"*
Dog Man's eyes *lit up.*
He sniffed it and let out a *happy* bark.
Petey *smirked.* "*Yeah, yeah. Yer welcome, ya big mutt.*"*
Dog Man gave him a *big, goofy hug.*
Petey huffed—but *this time,* he *didn't* pull away.
Li'l Petey peeked in from the hallway, *grinning.* "*Told ya y'all would make up!*"*
Petey *groaned.* "*Don't rub it in, kid.*"*
Dog Man barked in agreement, *grinning.*
And just like that—
Everything was *back to normal.*
---
PART 3 : Back to Normal
The next morning, everything felt *right* again.
Dog Man woke up *snuggled* between Petey and Li'l Petey, his tail wagging in his sleep.
Petey groaned, *squished* between Dog Man's ridiculous muscles and Li'l Petey's tiny paws. "*Ugh... why is this bed so cramped again?*"
"*Cuz we're a family!!*" Li'l Petey chirped, still half-asleep.
Petey sighed, but he couldn't argue with that.
Dog Man nuzzled closer, his nose twitching against Petey's ear.
Petey *shoved* his face away. "*Personal space, mutt!!*"
Dog Man *whined,* but his tail kept wagging.
Yeah.
Everything was *definitely* back to normal.
---
Petey actually got up first today. *Miracle.*
"*Alright, ya freeloaders,*" he stretched, "*I'll make breakfast.*"*
Dog Man's ears perked up.
Li'l Petey gasped. "*You *never* make breakfast!!*"
"*Yeah, yeah, don't make a big deal about it.*"*
Petey turned on the stove, cracked some eggs, and started flipping pancakes. Dog Man sat at the table, tail wagging *rapidly.*
The second the pancakes were ready—
Dog Man *jumped up* and tried to snatch one.
"*HEY!!*" Petey *swatted him away.* "*Wait till they're on a plate, ya savage!!*"
Dog Man *whined.*
Li'l Petey giggled. "*Dog Man, ya gotta be *patient!*"*
Dog Man sat back down, pouting.
Petey smirked as he slid a plate in front of him. "*Alright, now ya can eat, ya big baby.*"*
Dog Man *lit up* and devoured the pancakes in *two bites.*
Petey blinked. "*You're kidding me.*"*
Li'l Petey giggled again. "*He really missed yer cookin'!*"*
Petey sighed, shaking his head. "*This house is full'a weirdos...*"
But, weirdly enough—
He *didn't* mind.
---
**Work Time**
Dog Man finished breakfast and grabbed his bag, wagging his tail *excitedly.*
Petey smirked. "*Excited to go back to work now that we ain't fightin', huh?*"
Dog Man nodded *vigorously.*
Petey grabbed his lunch bag and handed it over. "*There. Try not to let it get soggy this time.*"*
Dog Man gasped dramatically.
Petey *rolled his eyes.* "*Yeah, yeah. I know. 'Oh my gosh, Petey, you're the best cook ever, how did I survive without ya.' Whatever. Just get outta here before Chief yells at ya again.*"*
Dog Man *hugged him* before running out the door.
Petey huffed but didn't push him away. "*Yeah, yeah. Go fight crime or somethin'.*"*
Li'l Petey waved. "*Bye, Dog Man!!! Have a good day at work!!!*"
Dog Man barked happily and dashed off.
Petey crossed his arms, watching him leave.
Yeah.
Everything was *definitely* back to normal.
And maybe...
That wasn't so bad.
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Hii it's me the author again :) thanks for reading! Tell me if you prefer short stories or the longer ones more :)