Roxy thinks a little too much about Artemisia sometimes. She hopes it doesn't get in the way of her budding friendship with Dug who she suspects understand the bond between a dog and a human. Arty has an entirely different disposition as a spy-trained poodle, but there are some things she has in common with him.
Like being a comfortable pillow for napping, for example. She hadn't meant to fall asleep. There were still so many items of clothing that she needed to be mended or pinned. (Her worries are for nothing. Roxy always works ahead of schedule and the nap was surely for the best.)
Having taken some work home, she finds herself sleeping in a pile of newly mended jackets that needed to be pressed. Her eyes slowly open to find one wagging tail in full view. She yawns and rubs her eyes with the heels of her hand.
"And that was much appreciated," Roxy chuckles, clearing the cobwebs from her head as she tries to wake up a little bit more. At least now, she has adjusted to having real conversations with this canine companion.
She pushes herself into a sitting position, holding her hand out for the ball. "Alright, then. Shall we go outside? I'll just need a moment to get my shoes on again."
"Yes! I will go wait for you! And then we can play with the ball!"
His voice fades as he gallops through the hallway and pummels through the doggy door flap. Well, until he gets caught on his fat hips and yelps.
"I am okay!" he says in the distance, as the flap closes behind him when he gets through all right and picks up the ball again. He's visibly vibrating as he waits by the door for Roxy excitedly.
Well, now she just has to laugh a little louder. Even if she can't see Dug, she already knows that he gets stuck in the doggy door and needs a little more wiggling to get out. Pushing herself off the bed with some effort, she wraps her hands around each other as she stretches her arms over her head, bending backwards to warm up her muscles.
"Alright! I'm glad you're okay," she yawns, bending down to tug on her boots, tucking her jeans carefully before she zips off the buttery brown leather.
Roxy then sings, "I'm coming!" as she picks up the pace, more awake now as she rushes to the door.
Dug started pacing with the tennis ball tucked between his teeth, his tail nearly able to scatter the leaves on the porch with the force of its movement. He keeps stopping to sniff and listen, resuming the thump-thump of his paws on the wood, his nails making little clacking noises as he resumed pacing when he heard nothing.
He was on his fourth pause when he was rewarded. "Oh boy!" he said with pricked ears upon hearing her footsteps approaching, sitting down again to look patient (he's not) and obedient (he's mostly) to be a good boy. He always wants to be a good boy.
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Like being a comfortable pillow for napping, for example. She hadn't meant to fall asleep. There were still so many items of clothing that she needed to be mended or pinned. (Her worries are for nothing. Roxy always works ahead of schedule and the nap was surely for the best.)
Having taken some work home, she finds herself sleeping in a pile of newly mended jackets that needed to be pressed. Her eyes slowly open to find one wagging tail in full view. She yawns and rubs her eyes with the heels of her hand.
"Is it playtime already?" she asks.
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"I waited for you to sleep first!" he says with his collar, his tail continuing to thump against the floor.
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She pushes herself into a sitting position, holding her hand out for the ball. "Alright, then. Shall we go outside? I'll just need a moment to get my shoes on again."
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His voice fades as he gallops through the hallway and pummels through the doggy door flap. Well, until he gets caught on his fat hips and yelps.
"I am okay!" he says in the distance, as the flap closes behind him when he gets through all right and picks up the ball again. He's visibly vibrating as he waits by the door for Roxy excitedly.
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"Alright! I'm glad you're okay," she yawns, bending down to tug on her boots, tucking her jeans carefully before she zips off the buttery brown leather.
Roxy then sings, "I'm coming!" as she picks up the pace, more awake now as she rushes to the door.
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He was on his fourth pause when he was rewarded. "Oh boy!" he said with pricked ears upon hearing her footsteps approaching, sitting down again to look patient (he's not) and obedient (he's mostly) to be a good boy. He always wants to be a good boy.