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snips and snails and puppy dog tails
(Anonymous) 2012-11-24 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)-----
Connor did volunteer work at the Auditore shelter on Mondays and Fridays, three to six in the afternoon after school was finished. Which was why Haytham strode into the shelter at ten in the morning, not a hair out of place and expression fixed into a smooth, indifferent one. The employee seemed to be busy doodling on a blank piece of paper and didn't seem to notice the older man until Haytham was standing in front of the desk and clearing his throat. Only then did the employee look up, a grin lighting up his face when he caught sight of Haytham's face.
“You're Connor's old man, right?”
It was a pity how much human intellect had suffered under the younger generations obsession with video games and the internet. If this young man had spent less time watching screens and talked to some actual people instead, his thick Italian accent wouldn't have been as noticeable.
“I supposed I must be, considering I had an appointment at ten and it's now...” Haytham checked his wristwatch, a single eyebrow climbing up as the seconds ticked by. “...three past ten.”
The employee just laughed and vaulted over the front desk without further ado, ignoring the way Haytham had to take a hasty step backwards to avoid being smeared by the dirt clinging to the young man's shoes. A small brown dog followed the employee, the collar indicating that he belonged to the employee.
“You're exactly like he described you. Looking as uptight and rigid as the old Queen herself. You sure you didn't want an appointment with him around? He knows which dog would have suited you better.”
Dear Lord, the employee possessed as much charm as a drunk Hickey. He was too loud and too obnoxious for Haytham's tastes. But he'd heard about the Auditore's choice of employees, they tended to be strays themselves, picked up from the streets by the founder himself. It was no wonder that Connor enjoyed being with these people, he often acted like a stray cat himself.
(Your son, the letter had read, old and yellow in Haytham's hands, got stuck in a tree today. He saw one of your old videos and is now trying to imitate you. You are missing out.
Haytham regretted every year that had passed without him meeting his own son.)
With a sigh, Haytham motioned for the employee to lead the way. If the man insisted on acting like Hickey, it would be best to treat him like that. “I am not here to get an animal for myself. In case you were unaware, his birthday is tomorrow.” Haytham saw no reason to elaborate, especially not when he caught sight of the widening grin spreading over the employee's face. Instead, he walked faster.
The sooner he could leave this place with a dog, the better.
Through a door they went and another, past the cats (which Haytham would have vastly preferred. They were quiet and self-sufficient and less needy than any dog Haytham had ever encountered) and to the kennels, most dogs outside in the warm April weather.
“These are our older dogs,” the employee said before whistling sharply on two fingers. A wave of barks answered the sound, raising in volume until it was a mess of barking and the sound of breathing and Haytham wondered if he could get away with telling the employee to go back to the desk again. Or somewhere he'd cause no trouble. He didn't even have the decency to look sheepish.
“On the left we have Sugar and Spice.” Two happy Maltese dogs were standing near the fence, short little tails wagging away, barking in a high pitched noise that already grated on Haytham's nerves as much as the employee did.
“If you don't mind, I'd like to take a look around by myself. I want to see them all in a safe environment before deciding which ones I'd like to have a closer look at.” Haytham's tone was as polite as the smile he wore he let Charles grumble and complain to him. It conveyed the same 'Please stop' vibes.
Apparently, the employee could read between the lines and with a nod, he turned around to leave.
“You got it, Pops! Come on, Curls.”
Finally, the older man was alone. With the still loudly barking dogs. And the smell of dog breath.
Haytham needed to have words with his son's employer about the people he took in. They were obviously in dire need of learning some respect.
Now a lot calmer, Haytham started to wander along the fences, stopping and studying every single one of them. Most of them were in good health, some had gone blind from old age already, their snouts white and their steps shaky but Haytham could still see the enthusiasm they carried in their hearts. When there wasn't a sign forbidding it, he stuck his hands through the bars and let them lick his fingers and to pet their heads.
It was only unfortunate that they were so old.
As with most cases, Haytham wanted a young dog for his son. There was a single reason for this: He wanted Connor to spend a long time with his dog. He wanted it to be worthwhile, to watch them grow close and older together. Old dogs, friendly as they were, did not meet the criteria. They would die too soon and another loss was not what Connor needed.
Not so soon anyway.
So Haytham, after petting all the heads pushing against the fences, after talking to every dog that came to him in a low voice, moved on. The younger ones were further back, running along, falling all over each other, wanting to play and chase and sleep all at the same time and yet accomplishing very little. When they caught sight of Haytham, they tripped over their paws as they raced towards him, yipping and barking and full of life. They pressed themselves against the fence, sniffed at his fingers and tugged at the hem of his sleeves, one or two licking at his hands until they were coated in loving dog slobber.
This was what Haytham was looking for. Young, unrelenting potential.
Every single one of the young dogs was inspected, every single one petted and checked for injuries or handicaps. And it just so happened that the brown dog, the one with a pink nose and warm, dark eyes and missing the left hind leg, caught Haytham's attention. She was as enthusiastic as her peers, with the same wet nose and the same happy dog smile. But she as the one who insisted on pressed her nose against his hands and came back every time she was shoved away. She waited patiently for her turn again and again, barely making any noise and just quietly wagging her tail.
Haytham barely managed to hide his smile.
“She's Connor's favorite.”
Haytham nearly jumped out of his skin and only years of learning restraint and patience kept him from whirling around and punching Ezio Auditore in the face.
The man looked as unreadable as always, hair graying at the temples and hands hidden in the pockets of what had once been a white, now gray jacket. His back was still ramrod straight and his relaxed stance was betrayed by the positioning of his feet.
Once upon a time, Haytham had worked with Ezio's father. They hadn't parted on the best terms and when Connor told Haytham that he had gotten the volunteer job at the Auditore shelter, Haytham had quietly sighed and resigned himself to further interaction with a family he had preferred to avoid.
“She seems like she would make a fine companion.”
A smirk spread over Ezio's face and he pulled out a leash from one of his pockets. He was like a wolf that had smelled blood and wanted to go in for the kill.
“Do you want to take her for a walk?”
---
The front door slamming shut noisily was all Haytham needed to know about Connor's mood.
“Take off your shoes before you get dirt all over the floor.” He didn't even bother raising his voice, his son's stomping ceased almost immediately, followed by the noise of two shoes hitting the floor. Haytham quietly asked himself when Connor would learn to not wear his emotions on his sleeve.
And to put his shoes away properly.
Then Connor poked his head into his father's study, eyebrows drawn together. He looked slightly worse for the wear, as he usually did after spending an afternoon outside, playing with dogs of all ages. Right now, his lips were pulled back into a thin line, obviously conflicted about something.
Haytham turned the page of his newspaper.
“You look as if you had a bad day.”
Huffing, Connor moved the rest of his body into the room and leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, a tightly knit ball of emotions. A wrong word and he'd blow up. They had both done this dance often enough to know each other's body language by now.
“...Someone adopted Aquila. I know--” Connor raised a hand as if to ward of any scathing words Haytham might attempt to throw at him. “--I know I should be happy for her. They told me she was in good hands with her new owners but I still wish...”
“Wishes are for children, Connor. Besides, I think you'll find she's not far away.”
Connor gave his father a funny look before shaking his head and pushing himself away from the door frame to make his way towards the kitchen. His father was as cryptic and unreadable as always. Just for once in his life, it would have been nice if he had shown some sympathy, some sort of interest.
A few heartbeats later, loud barking filled the air and Connor made a surprised noise before he started laughing.
Satisfied, Haytham hid his smile behind the newspaper.
-----
I hope the OP is okay with this. As soon as I saw the word dog, this hit me like a brick to the face.
If there's anyone out there who thinks about adopting a dog from a shelter, please don't ignore the older ones. While they sometimes come with baggage, they are just as loving and their bellies in as much need of a good rubbing as their younger counterparts. Thank you very much.
Re: snips and snails and puppy dog tails
(Anonymous) 2012-11-25 01:15 am (UTC)(link)Re: snips and snails and puppy dog tails
(Anonymous) 2012-11-25 07:03 am (UTC)(link)(My rescue is sleeping on my feet at the moment, cuddly and snoring and happy as anything in the world, and I'm so thrilled to imagine Connor with a happy little thing that adores hiiiiim!)
Thank you so so so much, anon, you've absolutely made my week!!! :D
Re: snips and snails and puppy dog tails
(Anonymous) 2012-11-25 09:01 am (UTC)(link)Re: snips and snails and puppy dog tails
(Anonymous) 2012-11-29 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)