#please imagine him approaching tadashi like that one walmart dog protecting the shitting guy lmao

[pupmemoirs]

bc i know you’ve been in a pokemon mood … throws @hamadacare a heal ball ⭐ in where he is protected on a regular errand day

Long hair sways with the rhythm of bouncier curls, marching in-step with the pace of pensiveness from his dearest. Arven was on route to replenish necessities; not just for their lighthouse but to divulge in the simple pleasure of a homemade delicacy. The sweet redolence of honey permeated the warm summer day, letting him know they’ve arrived. Mabosstiff becomes a guard dog for the most important person in life, watching Arven bid away at stands and plumping his bag of groceries. If there was any feeling worse than being robbed of the day’s head pats was the possibility of Arven having any sort of bad day. His dearest was made differently, more generous than he’d let on and being out of his pokeball aided in keeping certain swindlers at bay; his bigger-than-average size for his breed being a factor at play.

Of course by his nature, his nose whiffs him to a stranger who needs the same safeguard, by oneself on a bench. Unknowing to the loose bag beside him, an intention that should have been prevented before his own walk of errands. Glancing at the good company his trainer was in, gently does Mabosstiff leave his side. Closer, he takes on a more cautious approach, eye contact persistent in a silent way to call attention to the distracted man before parking in front of his legs. 

“Mamba? Oh my god … get back here."

Laced with a nervous chuckle Arven signals for him to return, only to see Mabosstiff address him with a glance in his unmoved spot.

“Sorry, you know, he doesn’t pay this much attention to others when he’s out like this but today seems like he had other plans.”