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So it seems that Jack was eventually successful in selling Dug. Signs pointing to this include a lack of 'for-sale' signage, a notable lack of Dug when he would normally be mooching around everyone else at the fireplace, and perhaps most telling of all, the fact that when he wanders into the bar this evening via the back door, he appears to be roughly spherical in shape.
Seems like a certain blonde schoolteacher turned outlaw has a soft spot for big fuzzy golden retrievers. He's spent the last week or so exploring every inch of the stables, talking to the horses (who sadly don't talk back but are still interesting), diving in the lake, and generally being a giant suck for attention. It turns out Kate gives these pretty darn good tummy rubs and she feeds him pretty much anything he asks for and takes him for romps around and plays fetch and isn't scared at all of his Octoplushie. So, basically, in all the excitement, he completely forgot the second part of the 'selling game' - the part where he was supposed to go back to Jack.
It's completely out of his mind as he heads for the fire, taking a massive leap into an armchair and curling himself up comfortabley with the Octoplushie tucked under his chin. As far as he's concerned, he's found the best master ever, even if he can't really remember why he was having to find her in the first place.
His tail flaps lazily against the cushions. Ahh, doggy bliss.
Seems like a certain blonde schoolteacher turned outlaw has a soft spot for big fuzzy golden retrievers. He's spent the last week or so exploring every inch of the stables, talking to the horses (who sadly don't talk back but are still interesting), diving in the lake, and generally being a giant suck for attention. It turns out Kate gives these pretty darn good tummy rubs and she feeds him pretty much anything he asks for and takes him for romps around and plays fetch and isn't scared at all of his Octoplushie. So, basically, in all the excitement, he completely forgot the second part of the 'selling game' - the part where he was supposed to go back to Jack.
It's completely out of his mind as he heads for the fire, taking a massive leap into an armchair and curling himself up comfortabley with the Octoplushie tucked under his chin. As far as he's concerned, he's found the best master ever, even if he can't really remember why he was having to find her in the first place.
His tail flaps lazily against the cushions. Ahh, doggy bliss.