They were met with a tornado of wet puppy. The thing almost resembled a drowned rat. To add insult to injury D'Artagnan followed looking not terribly far off from drowned rat himself. The critter bounded through the house without giving much of a damn about what he was soaking in his wake, be it human or furniture, Rose was his first victim though.
D'Artagnan made a face and pushed a bit of wet dark hair from his face in vain as the puppy soaked him again by shaking off. "I wanted to be warm and he had other ideas." D'Artagnan was not fond of the water, but apparently the puppy didn't care.