“I saw that Loufa,” Becker grumbled at one of the puppies as it decided to try and sneak some piece of food some idiot had just dumped rather than throwing it away like a proper person. As he kept an eye on Loufa, he was pulling Buka back who just kept wanting to run after everything. As he wrestled with the dogs, his stupid device started to ring.
“What?” He answered, nodding to himself as the other person started telling him about some problem.
“I can’t,” Becker grumbled.
“I’ve got the dogs.” He paused listening again.
“Well, fine.” Becker hung up and looked down at the puppies scooping them up, one in each hand. Normally he’d tell Octavia to come get the dogs but he already knew she was not reachable at that exact moment and he didn’t really want to bother anyone else with picking up the dog and walking them.
He carried them to the base rather than letting them bumble along beside him purely because he was in a hurry and every damn woman he passed wanted to pet them and tell him how cute they were, alright, not every one, but he sure felt like he got stopped a lot.
Entering his office, he put the dogs down and didn’t think about shutting his door he tried to do that whole open door bullshit. Buka took that moment to charge out of the office and full speed puppy, chasing after the little runt Becker tripped over something and nearly landed face first on the ground.
“Buka!” He barked out as the puppy stopped turning to look at him with innocent big eyes before running between his legs and back towards his office. Deciding not to run this time he followed the puppy who had thankfully run straight back into the office.
He was just about to shut the door as Loufa, who he’d nicknamed ‘loaf’ slowly trying to get into his bottle draw. “What-” he mumbled as he came around his desk to find the little pup was pulling out pieces of paper very slowly and hiding them under the desk. “Damnit!” He grumbled picking the dog up and putting it on his chair, Buka was watching the whole thing before hearing something that got her attention sending the dog running back out.
“Damn door!” Becker picked up Loufa and ran out the door nearly headfirst into Admiral Poseidon who has holding Buka.
“Lose something?” He asked without expression as he held out the puppy for Becker.
“Thank you, sir, I didn’t have a chance to get them-” Becker started holding both the puppies, one under each arm as the Admiral held up his hand.
“In your office,” the Admiral barked. As they entered the office, the Admiral shut the office door. “You should get them a playpen.” He remarked before jumping straight into business.