Dog...

[davidshaw]

He'd mourned Dog vocally. Dog had been a good companion. A messy corpse, but a good and loyal (of incrediably stupid and loud) dog. The cats had been a greater loss to the intellectual capital of the house, but sometimes intellectual capital was over rated. The dog had always looked at him with respect. He missed that. And Lilah was refusing to

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[jon_r_meyers]

I could be your new dog.

Just kidding.

My condolences on losing him. *would hug but doesn'T want to get hit*

[davidshaw]

... I needed something house trained.

[jon_r_meyers]

I am housetrained...

[alan_shore]

He arrives at the house expecting...who knows what. "Redrum" in blood on the walls. But everything's normal. Nothing's changed. Which he supposes is a good sign for a post-honeymoon couple. He rings the doorbell.

[davidshaw]

David comes out. He's carrying a plate of cheesecake.

"Let's go, man."

He hasn't seen Alan for a while. Being married is a lot of work.

"Woah. You look fat. Okay, lets go. Got a new car for the Dog."

[alan_shore]

He doesn't know what to say. He's noticed his friendships have an appalling tendency of going on hiatus until someone or something turns up dead.

"I wasn't aware they were permitted licenses."

[davidshaw]

He hands Alan the half eaten cheesecake.

"For you."

Then David wipes his hands on his own jeans before buzzing open the brand new SUV which is parked outside the garage. This is known as the Dog Car.

"I'm thinking big. To compensate for my failings as a man. A big mother fucking dog."

Summer 2010 Nominee

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