(Disclaimer: I don't own any Anastasia characters, nor the right to stop saying that.) This is only a oneshot that I just had the idea for this morning. We all know people get a little crazy when they're tired.... Hee hee hee. Pooka, the cleverest dog on the planet, loves getting what he wants.... Very cute, very funny. And short. R, R, enjoy.
Dimitri was exhausted. It had been a long day, and all he wanted to do was take a rest. As in, sleep for thirteen or fourteen hours.
Before he could reach the couch, he heard a small but insistent growl rise up from the floor. Looking down, he saw Pooka, giving him that look again.
"Oh, no you don't. Bad dog. See this?" Dimitri pointed to the couch. "My seat. See that?" Now he pointed to the dog pillow by the wall. "Your seat. Get used to it."
Still the little mutt resisted. He wouldn't budge.
"Look, I'm not arguing with a dog, okay? I thought we had a truce."
More tiny growling. Pooka had a look about him that seemed to say I'm winning.
"No? Fine. Have it your way. You don't like me, and frankly I'm not that fond of you either. Now I'm taking a nap. Can I trust you to at least not pounce on me till tomorrow?" he sighed.
Pooka kept the look on his face and gave a little bark. Which sounded a little too cheery for Dimitri.
"Is that so? Well then. That's just fine, if that's how you're gonna be. I'll be keeping an eye on you, mutt. Two can play that game."
With that, Dimitri sat on the edge of the couch and stared at the dog, and Pooka parked himself on the carpet and stared right back. Nobody even blinked.
Which is exactly how the scene appeared when Anya walked into the room.
She looked at her dog, then at Dimitri. Pooka. Dimitri.
"Uh, what is going on?"
Dimitri looked up. "Your dog," he vented, "is impossible."
Anya choked back a laugh. "He's a twelve-inch puppy."
"He's...I mean, look at him!" Dimitri pointed to the dog, but he had since moved and was nestling happily at Dimitri's feet, as friendly as any dog on earth. Of course, make a liar out of me, ya little evil mastermind...
Anya was waging a war against bursting out laughing, and she was starting to lose. "Oh, yeah. Stubborn and terrifying."
"I am telling you this dog hates me. This is an act. He's trying to make me look crazy."
"You don't seriously think Pooka is plotting against you?" she tried sarcastically.
"I wouldn't put it past him."
Anya chuckled out of pity. "Hon, I think you're just a little sleep-deprived. Why don't you get some rest, and I promise I won't let the six-ounce dog attack you." She put a hand on his shoulder and guided him to the stairs.
"It's not funny," he insisted.
"I know." Yet all her energy was going into not laughing hysterically.
Dimitri dragged himself up the steps. "Just keep him out of there."
Finally her resistance waved the white flag and the laughter won out. "Seriously, Dimitri, please sleep. You need your sanity back."
The last words she heard him mutter before he shut the door were a resigned, "I know, I know."