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GIVE US A MERLIN/TESSIE ORIGIN STORY

i must give the people what they want

This is Tessie.

When Merlin came home from his final tour in the S.A.S., he came home to his parents and a new edition to the house: a terrorist of a puppy who enjoyed chewing on any piece of furniture she could. Merlin’s father bought Tessie from a neighbor in town. He said he got her to go hunting with him now that Merlin was out of the house – Pointers are great gun dogs – but boy, did that puppy have a long way to come. 

After almost a year of being away training, Merlin was finally accepted into Kingsman and when he returned home on holiday, Tessie was a year and a half and didn’t recognize him in the slightest. He walked through the door and she bit his pants so hard, she ripped the slacks to ribbons. 

And thus, the precedent for their future interactions was set.

Merlin would come in, say hi to Tessie, and Tessie would snap at him.

No pets from you, Q-ball.

She’s older now, graying around her snout slightly, but she’s loyal and smart and still meaner than ever.

Tessie never liked Merlin, honestly, until he brought that nice new lady who smelt nice and gave her table scraps home on night. And even then, Tessie liked you, not Hamish the Ham-bone. Especially when you scratched her right behind the ears. Tessie would give you kisses gladly. You were nice.