Case #6: Video

[19centconstable]

[George is standing in his room and squinting suspiciously at a patch of wall next to him

Comments

[mrs_persson]

The rats are sorted-either Dracula ... well, dealt with them, or they vanished when the flood ended. I doubt they got anywhere else in the ship; they were quite insistent on staying in O'Brien's room.

[19centconstable]

Thank goodness for that.

Although I can't say I would have minded if the Admiral had had to furnish us all with several ratting dogs.

[mrs_persson]

Considering his usual sense of humour, I'm surprised he didn't, now that you mention it. Perhaps even he has his limits.

I do, however, now have plenty of cage traps in the event we ever need them again.

[19centconstable]

Perhaps he was waiting for someone to ask? Dogs are quite a responsibility, and I'd hate to see one stuck with someone who wouldn't care for him properly.

Let's hope that we don't.

[mrs_persson]

Speaking as a dog owner, I can only agree. [It occurs to her that maybe she should have let Dios deal with the rats, except then she remembers that some of them nearly outweighed him.]

[19centconstable]

You are as well? What sort?

[mrs_persson]

Scottish terrier. If you ever want to meet him, you can usually find me walking him in the CES of a morning.

[19centconstable]

I'd love to meet him! What's his name?

[mrs_persson]

Dios. Not my name for him, but I didn't like to change it. Come join us in the CES before breakfast. He likes people. Well, most people. But I expect he'll like you.

[19centconstable]

Dogs have always seemed to like me. Most animals, in fact. Not that tiger, but it had been starved and didn't like anybody.

[mrs_persson]

...No, I don't imagine a tiger in those circumstances would be thrilled with anyone.

Join me on our walk and tell me about the tiger, then.

[19centconstable]

I will ma'am, and thank you very much.

am up for a spam or something if you want - your choice. :)

[mrs_persson]

 

Let's spam this thang!

[19centconstable]

[George dresses for morning strolling. And not just in clothing, like a modern person: in his suit and tie and bowler hat, which he removes in greeting.]

Good morning, ma'am. And who is your handsome escort?

Spam

[mrs_persson]

[Una-who is dressed in a sort of very English country tweed jacket-and-trousers-smiles and waves in greeting, and Dios bounds out as far ahead as his leash will permit him to greet George with a lot of bouncing and tail-wagging.]

This is Dios. I think he already likes you.

Spam

[19centconstable]

[George, who is luckily unleashed, crouches down just as eagerly and commences to pat, scratch, and coo:]

Good boy. Good boy, Dios.

[If George had a tail, it would also be wagging. He eventually manages to return his attention to Una.]

If I had known there would be so many other dogs on board I would have brought my Violet.