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So there is pretty much only one thing that makes Dug happy. And that is - well, okay, two things.
Three.
Four. No, five. Six. Seven - and you know what, it's probably easier to say that there aren't a lot of things that don't make him happy. But high up on that list is food, especially food he doesn't have to do anything except for a little begging to get. And it just so happens that this place, this interesting magical place, well...it's got something pretty special. And that something would be a magical bar that gives Dug whatever food he asks for, at least until he gets cut off because he's already devoured roughly three times his own bodyweight in assorted raw meats.
Do you know what that means, Milliways? It means that Dug is one very, very happy dog. He's also very asleep at the moment, sprawled on his back in front of the fire with all four paws in the air, snoring and occasionally passing wind as his legs twitch with exciting dreams of chasing and capturing birds. Occasionally, his collar picks up a stray thought and translates it quietly, the Dug version of sleep-talking.
It seems like it'd be a shame to wake him. After all, it's not like he's completely blocking several armchairs, not to mention the route to the fire...oh, he is?
Well.
Maybe someone should wake him up. But nicely, of course. With plenty of tummy scritches.
[ooc: I sense a sleep coming on - slowtimes for all, new tags always welcome and always picked up! *mwah*]
Three.
Four. No, five. Six. Seven - and you know what, it's probably easier to say that there aren't a lot of things that don't make him happy. But high up on that list is food, especially food he doesn't have to do anything except for a little begging to get. And it just so happens that this place, this interesting magical place, well...it's got something pretty special. And that something would be a magical bar that gives Dug whatever food he asks for, at least until he gets cut off because he's already devoured roughly three times his own bodyweight in assorted raw meats.
Do you know what that means, Milliways? It means that Dug is one very, very happy dog. He's also very asleep at the moment, sprawled on his back in front of the fire with all four paws in the air, snoring and occasionally passing wind as his legs twitch with exciting dreams of chasing and capturing birds. Occasionally, his collar picks up a stray thought and translates it quietly, the Dug version of sleep-talking.
It seems like it'd be a shame to wake him. After all, it's not like he's completely blocking several armchairs, not to mention the route to the fire...oh, he is?
Well.
Maybe someone should wake him up. But nicely, of course. With plenty of tummy scritches.
[ooc: I sense a sleep coming on - slowtimes for all, new tags always welcome and always picked up! *mwah*]