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I can't claim to have ever considered myself much of a dog person. Seems like you gotta be one or the other -- Dog or cat person -- and I guess I would have chosen cat had it to come to it. We had dogs at home the way everybody had dogs, but cats are more self-sufficient. They need less. When you're a teenage boy pretendin' at bein' the man of the house, you don't have much time to devote to keepin' up with pets.
I don't know whether Joe would call himself a dog person or not, but I'm givin' him the label. Sure, we've only got two dogs, and one of 'em's technically mine, but they both came from him and God only knew when we'd end up with more. Wasn't as if there was a good vet around to fix 'em, and Joe was as protective of Bonnie as he'd be if she were his own daughter.
The point, here, is that I've been made into a dog person whether I like it or not.
Of course, it's not like taking Dee out for a walk is any kind of hardship. I've been workin' with her a little in the evenings; nothin' fancy, just to get her to mind, and at this point I don't even need to bother with any kind of leash. She knows to stay close, and knows the sound of my voice. Just so long as another dog doesn't turn up and take a shine to her pretty face, we should be good to trek up to the Compound and back, no problem.
[OOC: Cajun medic out walking Dee, aka the most adorable dog in the universe. Find them anywhere on the path. Open to new threads through Monday.]
I don't know whether Joe would call himself a dog person or not, but I'm givin' him the label. Sure, we've only got two dogs, and one of 'em's technically mine, but they both came from him and God only knew when we'd end up with more. Wasn't as if there was a good vet around to fix 'em, and Joe was as protective of Bonnie as he'd be if she were his own daughter.
The point, here, is that I've been made into a dog person whether I like it or not.
Of course, it's not like taking Dee out for a walk is any kind of hardship. I've been workin' with her a little in the evenings; nothin' fancy, just to get her to mind, and at this point I don't even need to bother with any kind of leash. She knows to stay close, and knows the sound of my voice. Just so long as another dog doesn't turn up and take a shine to her pretty face, we should be good to trek up to the Compound and back, no problem.
[OOC: Cajun medic out walking Dee, aka the most adorable dog in the universe. Find them anywhere on the path. Open to new threads through Monday.]