I probably shouldn't be writing this fanfic with another story of mine still in progress. Oh well, I can't help myself.

I don't own Dog with a Blog.

Chapter 1

Stan's POV

It was very dark outside and the moon was the only thing lighting the night. It was like I was watching a movie. I wasn't there, but yet I could see what was going on. I see a dark alley and a stray dog who looked all too familiar to me lying on the ground.

Three puppies were lying down next to her and it was obvious they were just born. Their eyes were closed and they were slowly, oh so slowly crawling in search of milk. I was puzzled because there were only three puppies when there should have been five.

All of a sudden she started to take loud, fast breaths before whimpering loudly. She relaxed as there was a little whimper coming from behind her. She reached behind her, picked up the newborn pup, and put him with his siblings. She gave him one quick lick on the top of the head before lying her head back where it was. He joined the other pups in their search for milk, but the mother knew not all of the puppies were born and so it wasn't not time to eat yet.

She took deep breaths, but they kept being interrupted by her loud whimpers of pain. This puppy refused to come out. About 15 minutes later she gave one more blood-curdling cry that caused me to shiver before the noise of the baby came from behind her. Shocked she looked behind at the crying pup.

I'm not talking about whimpering like the rest of the puppies were doing. This is the type of cry you'd hear after a human baby was born. But the cry wasn't coming from a human baby, it was coming from that puppy. She put him with the rest of his siblings and the puppy stopped crying. If you haven't figured out already that pup that's crying like a human is me.

I woke up with a start and quickly lifted my face from the keyboard. Apparently I had been complaining about how dogs weren't allowed in many hotels on my blog when I fell asleep. The last sentence I typed had the words 'Why can't' and then a trail of z's after it (ironic huh?). I closed the internet and made my way to Avery's room.

In the hallway I heard a very tired sounding, "Stan?" I looked toward Chloe's room and saw she was in her bed looking at me.

I walked into her room, "Hey Chloe. What are you doing up?"

"I can't sleep. I'm too excited for the vacation tomorrow. I just wish we weren't going to a hotel that doesn't allow pets. It's not like there are hotels on the island that do allow dogs."

"How come you guys aren't going to one of those?"

"Mommy said we have to go to that hotel specifically."

"Why?"

Chloe slumped, "Because they don't allow dogs. Why aren't you asleep?" She laid back in her bed with droopy eyes. After all of this time it still surprises me how calm she is when she's tired. It's nothing like the girl she is during the day.

"I was downstairs on the computer. I took a little nap, but I think I'm gonna go and sleep some more," I yawned, "Goodnight Chloe."

"Goodnight Stan." I walked over to Avery's room and slept on the doggy bed next to her own bed. She got it for me not long ago, and I'm thankful she got it for me. In fact I'm very thankful for her. That was the last thing I thought before I fell asleep again.

There will be more humor and Stan and Avery romance in the future chapters. I know someone mentioned we need to come up with a name for this pairing. I vote for Stavery, but what about you guys?