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 Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:21 pm
 Watermelon walked out of the show ring panting. She had been doing her best all day and she was getting tired. Being proper took a lot out of her. It was fun doing it for a while, but she needed to relax. Nosing the door open she stepped out into the sunlight of the brisk afternoon. This was better, it was getting so stuffy in there. Pausing the give a long stretch, she headed around the side of the building, there had to be something fun to do on her break.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:43 pm
 Pancake had been having a pretty good day today - he found enough scraps to fill his belly (temporarily), avoided getting into any scrapes with the neighborhood toughs, and found an busted fire hydrant to drink from. Plus, the day was quite pleasant despite the temperature. So he was in a chipper mood, and that meant indulging in one of his past-times.
So when Watermelon turned the corner she'd easily hear barking coming from the teal pit bull, who was running up and down the street excitedly yelping at all the cars driving past. They were all going so fast! And they were so big! Oooh, if he could ever take one down, by golly, he'd...
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 8:58 pm
As she turned the corner she saw that she was no longer alone. Watching the brightly colored dog run up and down the street after traffic, she frowned slightly. She didn't speak for a moment before cocking her head and moving towards him. "....What are you doing?"
Her form was defiantly that of a show dog the way she carried herself, back straight, almost automatically stacking herself when she stood still. Her pelt was glossy and soft as bunny fur. Running mostly in the show circuit she wasn't used to the behavior this other dog was showing, needless to say, she didn't get out much
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 7:31 pm
As a contrast, Pancake was absolutely a street dog. He wasn't scrawny by any means, but he had a ragged appearance and sloppy posture. Thankfully for Watermelon, he'd managed to clean himself, but there was still some dust clinging to his coat. Similarly, his scarf has seen better days.
But none of that was as his mind as he turned to the strange dog talking to him. He was a little wary but still panting and grinning. She looked friendly, and smelled nice and clean! Of course she'd make a good friend! He bounced over to her, tail wagging and mouth open to greet her...then his brain processed her question, and he tilted his head to think. "I'm, uh..." what had he been doing? Oh, wait! "I was chasing the cars!" he said. "I chased a lot of them!" He said this last bit proudly and puffed out his chest a bit. Pancake was especially brave to bark at such large and fast things, no?
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