Room 407, Monday Evening
Merlin was well aware that a proper hunting dog should learn to sleep in the barn. He also knew that a proper hunting dog was also far older than the poor puppy.
And when he had tried to leave after feeding her, she had just whined and cried pitifully until he found himself sneaking her up into his room. Softhearted may very well be his middle name.
"No, Brynne! Not on Cal's half of the room!"
Somewhere in his book there simply must be a spell to clean up piddle, right? Right? ...alright, he'd just need a good rag and some water.
[[Door is closed, post is open!]]
And when he had tried to leave after feeding her, she had just whined and cried pitifully until he found himself sneaking her up into his room. Softhearted may very well be his middle name.
"No, Brynne! Not on Cal's half of the room!"
Somewhere in his book there simply must be a spell to clean up piddle, right? Right? ...alright, he'd just need a good rag and some water.
[[Door is closed, post is open!]]