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[nitro_is_ace]

A dog walks into the bar.

You might even say an angry dog.

More correctly, this is a supremely pissed off bitch.

If ever there were a dog looking to pick a fight, this'd be it.

Did anyone pack a rabies pole?

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[there_is_a_me]

Oi, Magic, what's wrong? Spoon asks, kneeling down to be closer to her.

[nitro_is_ace]

You know those shots they do of Cujo snarling?

Yeah, like that. Just on a Doberman.

This pup's got very nice, long, sharp teeth, so she does.

Don't like it!

[there_is_a_me]

Spoon puts his hand over her muzzle and stares into her eyes. Dominance programing activated, NO! You do not snarl at me.

[nitro_is_ace]

Say what? The dog in question goes into furious shake-the-hand-off mode, but is, strangely, very very careful not to use teeth on said hand.

Snarl if I want. Snarling is good. She grumbles irritably.

[there_is_a_me]

Spoon doesn't let go. Magic, what is into you? he demands, growling just a bit.

[nitro_is_ace]

NOT, She snaps, digging her claws into the floor in an attempt to get away, MAGIC! LEGGO!

[there_is_a_me]

The hell you aren't. Spoon says stuffing his nose against her head and sniffing deeply.

[nitro_is_ace]

Waugh! New smells, nose flooded with new smells! Halp!

Which is to say, whereas before she was just trying to get away. Now it's more of a panicked scramble accompanied by fearsome growling.

LEGGOLEGGOLEGGOLEGGOLEGGOLEGGO!

[there_is_a_me]

What the hell is going on. he is so not letting her go. If he loses her...what'll he do? What'll he tell Ace?"

[nitro_is_ace]

DON'T KNOW LEGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO She howls, scrambling with every muscle in her lanky body. Yup, she's got a hound's lungs, and that howl is ear-splitting.

[there_is_a_me]

Spoon responds by hefting her under the hind legs and chest, and heading outside so that he can hold her still until she stops panicking.

[nitro_is_ace]

He'll have to do so until she's absolutely exhausted herself with all the struggling and the howling and the thrashing. Someone's going to be an awfully sore puppy tomorrow.

[there_is_a_me]

He can do that. He also pets her, slowly, along the flank when she is exhausted, Now, Magic, what's wrong? Come on, talk to me.

[nitro_is_ace]

Back to growling she goes, but at least it isn't energetic growling.

Not. Magic. Not a liar.

[there_is_a_me]

Then who are you, that smells like Magic? Spoon asks, totally bewildered.

[nitro_is_ace]

Ace. She snaps, supremely put out, and renewing her attempts to get away. She wants to bite something. Hard. Probably repeatedly. That'd be nice.