[For Dale] - Camping Round 2
After getting his stuff from his place and stopping to talk to Eostre, Joe trudged back toward Dale's hut with a bag and his guitar, both slung over his shoulders, wondering if taking his guitar along was such a good idea. It was getting in the way just on his short walk up to Dale's, weighing heavily on his shoulder and it kept hitting him in the back of his thigh, tripping him up as he walked. But he really did want to get some writing done, so he figured he'd probably just deal with it. Suffer for his art and all that bullshit.
"Calm down," he ordered Ozzy when he approached and found the puppy racing in circles around a nearby tree before she bolted straight for him. Sometimes he wondered if she'd suffered some kind of brain damage in the womb that made her such a fucking nutcase. Or maybe she just knew something was up today.
"Holy shit, calm the fuck down," he insisted, crouching down to pet her, trying to get her to chill out. "Hey, Dale, let's go before this fucking dog goes insane."
"Calm down," he ordered Ozzy when he approached and found the puppy racing in circles around a nearby tree before she bolted straight for him. Sometimes he wondered if she'd suffered some kind of brain damage in the womb that made her such a fucking nutcase. Or maybe she just knew something was up today.
"Holy shit, calm the fuck down," he insisted, crouching down to pet her, trying to get her to chill out. "Hey, Dale, let's go before this fucking dog goes insane."