Walking with Digby on his way to see Chuck was almost always a pleasant way to spend some time. Digby got to explore a bit, and Ned was finding he almost liked being out and enjoying the day. It was a strange feeling.
A familiar looking dog running toward them wasn't exactly an unfamiliar sight, and Ned barely had time to recognize Eugene before she ran past them. Digby barked as she went by, then looked up at Ned almost as if to ask for permission.
"Go get her," he said, almost resigned, then looked back the way Eugene had come for Mikal.
Eugene was more or less stopped by the much bigger dog, which is how I found her a few moments later when I caught up. Without much thought I picked her up, not really chancing her trying to escape again.
"Thanks," I say without even seeing who the man and the dog was. I'm just relieved she didn't go any farther - Mikal would have never forgiven me if she got hurt. It's only after a few more moments I realize I probably should explain what's going on, and I turn around to look at the man.
"I was just trying to give her a bath," I explain once I'm not quite so out of breath, like that explanation ought to explain it all. I realize I know the man - one of the cooks, I think. "Thanks for stopping her. She's faster than I thought."
"I know Mikal," Ned confirmed, shaking Zia's hand just long enough to be polite before shoving his hand back in his pocket. "More like Eugene and Digby - this is my dog, Digby - they got along and and she's nice."
'She's nice', in pie maker speak, translated to something of a friend.
"Nice is a good word for her," I say with a laugh. Eugene is wiggling, so against my probable better judgment I let her down. All she does is hop around Digby, obviously looking to play with the larger dog. "You're - you do breakfasts, right? On Saturdays. I've seen you around."
"Oh, well, that's more than I can do, either way," I admit. I know I've tried them - they're pretty good, actually. I've eaten better here than any time I was back home. "Oh, I'm Zia, by the way."
A familiar looking dog running toward them wasn't exactly an unfamiliar sight, and Ned barely had time to recognize Eugene before she ran past them. Digby barked as she went by, then looked up at Ned almost as if to ask for permission.
"Go get her," he said, almost resigned, then looked back the way Eugene had come for Mikal.
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"Thanks," I say without even seeing who the man and the dog was. I'm just relieved she didn't go any farther - Mikal would have never forgiven me if she got hurt. It's only after a few more moments I realize I probably should explain what's going on, and I turn around to look at the man.
"I was just trying to give her a bath," I explain once I'm not quite so out of breath, like that explanation ought to explain it all. I realize I know the man - one of the cooks, I think. "Thanks for stopping her. She's faster than I thought."
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'She's nice', in pie maker speak, translated to something of a friend.
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