Beethoven (LA) and Brennan

You know in any instance, Brennan would be happy at the prospect of getting a dog, especially a big one. Unfortunately, he had to get one when he was going on a family trip. He had voted for Beethoven to not attend to spare the Fido from having a terrible time. Almost all their vacations end in disaster, last year they all got chased by cops! The preteen then thought about having the dog taking his place (hey better the dog than him), too bad dad shot that idea down.

When they arrived at Camp Bluff Lake, Beethoven immediately began following Brennan everywhere. The preteen found this weird because he didn't dote on him like Sara. But he didn't really complain about the dog like mom. Although, Brennan had to admit he found it amusing when Beethoven sent dad flying into the lake, shook water and seaweed onto his mother, and got Sara sprayed by a skunk. Maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad after all, hey at least it was providing *him* entertainment.

He slept, having a nice dream about the girl he liked at school. His dream was interrupted as he was woken up by the yelling of the unhappy people and the stern forest rangers of Camp Bluff Lake.

"What's going on?" Brennan asked, sleepily.

"There was a secret agent spy, trying to get into our house. But Beethoven scared him off." Sara said triumphantly.

Brennan gave his sister a deadpan expression and was about to go back to bed when he heard one of the forest rangers say. "Your dog needs to sleep away from the campsite accompanied by a single family member."

Next thing he knew, Brennan found himself standing outside the RV in his pajamas holding a flashlight and a sleeping bag with Beethoven by his side.

"Sorry, honey but your the only one who Beethoven hasn't caused any problems." Mom said, tossing him a small pillow.

"Plus, your clearly Beethoven's favorite." Dad said, as Beethoven rubbed his head against Brennan's fingers. Brennan did his best to ignore the warm feeling, he wanted to stay in anger mode.

"Uh, don't I get a say in this?" Brennan asked, annoyed that his family was sending him into the woods.

Beethoven gave out a long bark, which startled Brennan.

"Nope, even Beethoven agrees." Sara said, tossing him a large pillow.

"Sorry, buddy its 4 to 1." Dad explained.

Brennan sighed. "Thanks for the extra big pillow, sis."

"Oh no, that's for Beethoven." Sara said, before being whacked with the smaller pillow by her brother.

The park rangers made Brennan and Beethoven sleep a good distance from the campground. Brennan was no park expert but he was certain that minors weren't suppose to sleep alone in the woods with no adult supervision. He doubted Beethoven counted.

He laid down on the large pillow; he was not gonna have the lovable mutt take the big pillow as it was his fault they were in this mess in the first place.

He closed his eyes, wanting to continue his dream about the girl he loved. It didn't last long as Beethoven hurled his whole weight at the preteen.

"Oof!" Brennan grunted under the dog's heavy weight. He scowled at the Saint Bernard before he felt a sloppy tongue drench his face.

The preteen was stunned by what the behemoth had just done before immediately wiping his face and glaring at the panting dog.

"Hey, what was that for?!" Brennan yelled. He was forced to close one eye as Beethoven dragged his tongue over Brennan's cheek. "Will you-"

Beethoven then started soaking the boy's face with slobber. Brennan tried to push the dog away but since Saint Bernard's were heavy and tough breeds, the preteen's hands only patted him. Beethoven even slurped those protesting hands, which added to Brennan's annoyance. The preteen tried really hard but he couldn't stop his lips from curling upwards at the gross, but ticklish tongue.

Before long, Brennan started to laugh, he had clenched his teeth as tightly as he possibly could to prevent the laughter from escaping but as Beethoven continued to roll his cheeks up with lick after slobbery lick, he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Brennan giggled. Beethoven was glad to see that the boy was finally starting to have fun and increased the speed of the licking, not even giving his cheeks time to bounce down.

While he was being licked, Brennan's feet continuously flopped from side to side. He had come to the woods wearing his slippers to keep his feet warm while he slept. However, it wasn't long before the one on his right foot flew off. Beethoven heard it hit the ground, immediately stopped licking Brennan's face and trotted over to his feet.

Knowing what was coming, Brennan lay back on his pillow and got comfortable. His face curled into a smile as the dog started licking his bare foot. Beethoven passed his tongue over the sole a couple of times before he began gently nibbling the toes.