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Rachel flattened herself against the wall as the dogs barrelled past her, leashes trailing in their wake. Catching her balance, she turned to see Dawn slumped against the doorjamb with a fresh graze on her forehead. "What happened to you?"

"Your monsters dragged me three blocks, including an entertaining detour where they took divergent paths around a tree, before I discovered they were chasing a freaking ice cream van."

"So, did you get them one?" Rachel grinned, picturing the dogs' excited ice cream dances.

"Of course," Dawn sighed. "But give a girl some warning next time. Trees aren't soft."


open_on_sundaychallenge #173: heat
Part of the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse


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18th Jul, 2006 10:42 (UTC)
It's a good thing Dawn's got dogged determination.
18th Jul, 2006 11:05 (UTC)
I should have known this one would bring the puns. Ouch!
19th Jul, 2006 05:09 (UTC)
bad puns, fur sure.
Huh -- that's the fangs I get.
18th Jul, 2006 11:02 (UTC)
So they barked her up the wrong tree?
18th Jul, 2006 11:07 (UTC)
Or straight smack into it.

Mine have never quite managed to run me into a tree. Dragging me through the undergrowth or low hanging branches on the other hand...
18th Jul, 2006 15:51 (UTC)
Rachel grinned picturing the dogs' excited ice cream dances. Comma between 'grinned' and 'picturing.'

But give a girl some warning next time, trees aren't soft. Run-on.

It is amazing how hard even fairly small dogs can pull when they really want to chase something, or want to stay still for a minute and sniff a patch of ground really thoroughly. I feel for Dawn. :-)
18th Jul, 2006 21:30 (UTC)
The weirdness has been stomped upon. Thanks, as always.

Dogs also have that exciting tangent thing. They're happily running along, then for no apparent reason, really, really need to hare off either in reverse or at a 45° tangent. This is why my left knee is wiggy, thanks to a dog-related injury.
18th Jul, 2006 15:54 (UTC)
ice cream dance! ha, love it.
18th Jul, 2006 21:37 (UTC)
There is a special ice cream dance. It even overrides the dinner dance.

The little fella knows both ice cream vans. One is the usual soft serve ice cream van (henceforth known as the cursed ice cream man) and the other is a home delivery type service. As the cursed ice cream man is a deaf, old bastard, with no concept of service, the little guy doesn't score ice cream unless the kids at the other end of the street blockade him until they can drag a money-bearing adult out to buy them stuff. Otherwise, by the time I hear him, he's already turned around to leave.

Last weekend the kids had corralled the cursed ice cream man, so I walked up about six houses. I was three houses from home and I could hear Husky's excited squeaking at the front door. He does like his ice cream.
22nd Jul, 2006 14:33 (UTC)
that's so adorable. and i can just imagine the children circling the ice-cream man, shifty eyes making sure he doesn't make a run for it. why is it ice-cream men are some of the nastiest? we seem to have the quota of nice ones around here, which is good. i've been feasting on screwballs so much recently.

and happy birthday for yesterday! :D
18th Jul, 2006 17:01 (UTC)
::snickers meanly:: I'd feel bad for her, but I got pulled face first into a patch of wild roses once and thorns are a lot more painful than mere bark. So, I shall "Ha!" instead on Rachel's behalf. *eg*

Cody, the normally placid old German Shepard of my best friend, decide it was high time to teach an impertinent squirrel a lesson. The worst part is that we'd stood there quietly for several minutes just watching as the squirrel chirped aggessively at us, flicked its tail, and all but threw nuts at us. Still don't know what tipped Cody off, but one second he was sittingly calmly at our feet -- the next he was leaping over the rose bush and the tug on the leash I hadn't let go off yanked me straight down. Fifteen band-aids across my face and neck! Little bastard... both the dog AND the squirrel! Grrr!
18th Jul, 2006 21:39 (UTC)
I guess the squirrel finally pushed him too far. Husky would adore squirrels.
23rd Jul, 2006 14:13 (UTC)
My boy simply never would but - I mean look at him he's a pussycat (?!) -BUT armfuls of greyhounds in my now distant past life did it every time they spotted a wabbit.
23rd Jul, 2006 22:32 (UTC)
I don't know if my pods could handle the excitement of wabbits. They've seen them a couple of times and decided wabbit movement is even more interesting than cat movement, but they've never seen bunnies enmasse.
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