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It wasn't that Robin loved any one dog more than the others, she was telling herself as she hooked up Sir Scratchawan's leash and told the others to stay put. It was more like 'she loved her miracle puppy more than the others right now because he technically came back from the dead and was making her question her stance on miracles'. Yeah. That was all. It wasn't everyday that a girl got her puppy back and not in testudine form, either.
And true, he didn't remember all his tricks, but she had a whole dog's lifetime to teach him. Once they got a good distance of running done (she was keeping the damn dog healthy, no way was he going to kick it, damn it), she unclipped the leash and let him start bolting in circles around the Compound's field.
Robin dropped the leash by her side and clapped her hands together, whistling loudly. "Good boy, Scratchy," she called out to him. "But I'm coming for you!" With that, she took off at a sprint to try and cut off the golden retriever, a happy laugh bubbling on her lips by the time the dog tired of the chasing and the zooming around, collapsing into a lie-down position. After that, it didn't take much time at all for Robin to catch up and pull him into a lazy hug, sprawling on the field beside him.
"This doesn't mean I think you're a miracle, completely," she informed the dog. Just because he appeared out of nowhere at the beginning of his life and just because he wasn't a turtle and just because this was the reason she didn't believe in miracles didn't mean that suddenly, she was going to start saying that every pencil in the nose and really well-timed retorts were miracles.
Sir Scratchawan just whined lightly in response to her determined words.
And true, he didn't remember all his tricks, but she had a whole dog's lifetime to teach him. Once they got a good distance of running done (she was keeping the damn dog healthy, no way was he going to kick it, damn it), she unclipped the leash and let him start bolting in circles around the Compound's field.
Robin dropped the leash by her side and clapped her hands together, whistling loudly. "Good boy, Scratchy," she called out to him. "But I'm coming for you!" With that, she took off at a sprint to try and cut off the golden retriever, a happy laugh bubbling on her lips by the time the dog tired of the chasing and the zooming around, collapsing into a lie-down position. After that, it didn't take much time at all for Robin to catch up and pull him into a lazy hug, sprawling on the field beside him.
"This doesn't mean I think you're a miracle, completely," she informed the dog. Just because he appeared out of nowhere at the beginning of his life and just because he wasn't a turtle and just because this was the reason she didn't believe in miracles didn't mean that suddenly, she was going to start saying that every pencil in the nose and really well-timed retorts were miracles.
Sir Scratchawan just whined lightly in response to her determined words.