You headed into the living room to settle down for the evening and read a book by the fire although you were certain your boyfriend would do his best to stop you from having a relaxing evening as you wanted to. As you entered the room you found Sirius sat on the floor with your dog sat in front of him. It wasn't an odd sight to see well other than the fact that Sirius was shirtless, and the dog had the t-shirt on.

"Sirius all you ever do is complain that you have no clothes to wear. This is why you don't ever have any shirts to wear," you frowned. "You've got to stop putting clothes on the dog because I'm not washing your whole wardrobe every day due to you dressing him up."

Sirius looked up at you with an innocent smile, pulling the large dog to him in a hug but ended up getting a lot of slobber on his face. The dog did seem happy in the shirt, but he also seemed happy whenever he was doing anything, so you doubted the shirt had anything to do with his happiness.

"Edgar likes to wear human clothes," Sirius stated as he rubbed his hand on the dog's head.

"Edgar also take great pleasure in eating my bras, that doesn't mean we should encourage it," you said. "He's a dog, he likes anything that gets him attention, so you putting clothes on him is giving him a lot of attention."

The man pouted as you knelt and patted your knees, gaining the attention of the dog. Edgar bounded over to you, giving you the same slobbery kisses that he had given Sirius. With a little struggle you pulled the shirt off of him, giving him freedom. You ruffled his dark fur and kiss the top of his head.

"I'm sorry that you have to put up with him Edgar," you apologised to the dog. "I'll get rid of him."

Edgar seemed to agree as he did with everything that anyone said before he went off to find the toys that were in his bed to try and make the biggest mess with them rather than actually playing.

You stood up and threw the shirt at your half naked boyfriend.

"Stop dressing up the dog," you berated.

"Make me," he playfully sneered.

Knowing it would annoy him, you ruffled his hair, messing it up before happily sitting on the sofa, hoping he had learnt his lesson.

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Written by Charlotte.