"Howl" (Pt 3 of "Dogs & Cats Living Together" series), Sherlock Holmes AU, July 17 prompt
Title: Howl
Author: gardnerhill
Rating: PG (possibly disturbing subject matter)
Characters: AU Sherlock Holmes & Co.
Summary: "Dogs and Cats Living Together" Part 3, continuing the Sherlock Holmes AU begun here and continued in this second part.
Warnings: Mention of animal abuse.
Word Count: 320
Author's Notes: July 17 prompt (Dialogue fic). Dedicated to Patrick McDonnell, creator of the comic strip MUTTS.
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SHLOPP! SHLOPP! SHLOPP! SHLOPP!
"Must you make that disgusting sound, army dog?"
"I'm grooming myself, tail-chaser. You do it enough yourself."
"I don't lap my groin loud enough to alert humans outside our alley!"
"I'm bigger than you. Of course I'm louder."
"Pffft! I could make a louder noise than you if I wanted to."
"Of course you could."
"You don't believe I can!"
"You really are very good at detecting things, aren't you?"
"It's only the truth. It's impossible for a dog to be superior to a cat at anything - even something as trivial as noise output."
"Well, it's only trivial, so we don't need to think about it."
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"Ooooooooooo! Owoooooooo! Wooooooooo!"
"Woooowwwwwwww! Mowwwwwwww! Weaouwwwwwww!"
"Ohwoooooooooo!"
"Mrowwwwwww!"
"WOOOOOOOO!"
"ROWWWWWW!"
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"Let's see. Two shoes, and a flower-pot. I had more things thrown at me than you did. I win this one, Shock."
"Fft! I only got one flung item, but it's a boot. That's bigger than two…" Sniff. Sniff-sniff. "Hsssss!"
"Shock, what is it?"
"Johnny, smell this boot. Tell me what it says."
"So you remember my name after all…" Sniff. Sniff? Sniff! "Grrrrr…"
"You smelled what I smell. Dog, and blood. Jack Russell Terrier, to judge from the hairs on it. Whoever threw this boot at me is used to throwing it at a dog. His dog. And he's hit him, hard, with it, drawing blood more than once."
"Shock…"
"Johnny. We have a man to find. We'll do something. He'll never throw a boot at his poor stupidly-loyal dog again."
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Author: gardnerhill
Rating: PG (possibly disturbing subject matter)
Characters: AU Sherlock Holmes & Co.
Summary: "Dogs and Cats Living Together" Part 3, continuing the Sherlock Holmes AU begun here and continued in this second part.
Warnings: Mention of animal abuse.
Word Count: 320
Author's Notes: July 17 prompt (Dialogue fic). Dedicated to Patrick McDonnell, creator of the comic strip MUTTS.
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SHLOPP! SHLOPP! SHLOPP! SHLOPP!
"Must you make that disgusting sound, army dog?"
"I'm grooming myself, tail-chaser. You do it enough yourself."
"I don't lap my groin loud enough to alert humans outside our alley!"
"I'm bigger than you. Of course I'm louder."
"Pffft! I could make a louder noise than you if I wanted to."
"Of course you could."
"You don't believe I can!"
"You really are very good at detecting things, aren't you?"
"It's only the truth. It's impossible for a dog to be superior to a cat at anything - even something as trivial as noise output."
"Well, it's only trivial, so we don't need to think about it."
***
"Ooooooooooo! Owoooooooo! Wooooooooo!"
"Woooowwwwwwww! Mowwwwwwww! Weaouwwwwwww!"
"Ohwoooooooooo!"
"Mrowwwwwww!"
"WOOOOOOOO!"
"ROWWWWWW!"
***
"Let's see. Two shoes, and a flower-pot. I had more things thrown at me than you did. I win this one, Shock."
"Fft! I only got one flung item, but it's a boot. That's bigger than two…" Sniff. Sniff-sniff. "Hsssss!"
"Shock, what is it?"
"Johnny, smell this boot. Tell me what it says."
"So you remember my name after all…" Sniff. Sniff? Sniff! "Grrrrr…"
"You smelled what I smell. Dog, and blood. Jack Russell Terrier, to judge from the hairs on it. Whoever threw this boot at me is used to throwing it at a dog. His dog. And he's hit him, hard, with it, drawing blood more than once."
"Shock…"
"Johnny. We have a man to find. We'll do something. He'll never throw a boot at his poor stupidly-loyal dog again."
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