Good Boy *Dean Ambrose Imagine*
Dean Ambrose fluff and a dog what more could you want?
Summary: Dean Ambrose’s girlfriend receives a career ending injury so they pick out a dog to keep her company while he’s on the road.
Warnings: Slight cursing, mention of injury
“And then there’s this guy” the sweet older woman pointed to the last steel fence cage and paused crossing her arms over her blue vest.
I tore my eyes away from the mixed puppy that was eagerly lapping it’s pink tongue through the gate to tickle my fingers, the puppy jumping on its short hind legs begging for more attention. I stood dusting off my jeans. Inside the last cage at the end was different than the rest. For one, as I approached a dog hadn’t bound up barking in excitement, tail wagging, no, this dog lay stagnant on the floor. If it weren’t for his dark whiskey colored eyes flashing up at me I would have thought he was dead.
“What’s the story on this guy?” Dean asked placing his hands in his pockets as I knelt next to the door.