The dog is barking outside, yipping and howling miserably, and I can hear him scratching on the sides of his little box. Getting to my feet, no intention of leaving, but I need to bring him inside before someone calls Island Animal Control or whatever the fuck. I push the door beads out of the way, mumbling over my shoulder, "I don't think you can really say anything to me about leaving," but it's half-assed at best, almost petulant sounding.
Max is hopping around excitedly when I step outside, and I lift him up from his pen, squishing up my face and hold him at arms length when he tries to lick at me. I step back inside the hut, letting Max run inside as I linger around the doorway of our room.
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Date: 2007-01-18 08:02 pm (UTC)Max is hopping around excitedly when I step outside, and I lift him up from his pen, squishing up my face and hold him at arms length when he tries to lick at me. I step back inside the hut, letting Max run inside as I linger around the doorway of our room.