[For Dale] - Camping Round 2

[jdick]

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

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[dale_cooper_fbi]

"Give her a treat," Dale called back out through the door of his hut. "I'll just be another minute here."

[jdick]

"Give her a treat," Joe repeated, arching an eyebrow in confusion. It wasn't like there was any real dog treats on the island even if there had been, Joe wasn't in the habit of carrying them around. "How about you move your ass instead?"

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"Just give her some scraps from last night's dinner," Dale called back, still putting his things together for their trip. "She'll calm down. I'll be right out."

[jdick]

It was weird to think that Dale had been around Ozzy enough to know what she was like, but Joe just grinned and got to his feet, going to get the puppy something that was leftover from dinner. Dropping it for her, he poked his head into the hut. "What're you packing, the fucking kitchen sink?"