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Post by Noodle! on Jun 28, 2008 23:14:34 GMT -5
Dahlia raised a brow lightly at his sudden outburst of such a personal subject. She smiled inwardly, wondering if he'd come up with this one day just lying out on the lawn. His decision that he may perhaps be sterile seemed rehearsed, as if he'd told himself the fact over and over again. Indeed, I'm not. 'Indeed', was probably the female's most overused word when she spoke in sentaces. She found it to be firm and straight-forward, and left no room for questioning. Then again, she also paid far too much attention to such details.
It was not completely neccessary to disclose your personal reproductive standings. She said matter-of-factly, but strangely her tone was not rude, I myself am of pure-blood, though carefully selected as to not be inbred, and I would not breed with just any intact dog on the street. No offense offered.
She nodded to him, perhaps relieving her own embarassment that he had shared such a tender topic with her. Her tone was proud, but strangely not boastful. She offered another smile to the mix-breed, hoping to revive his silence. Her curled tail wagged lightly, though not too continuous.
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Post by fell on Jun 28, 2008 23:35:49 GMT -5
Alright, so maybe he had over done it by adding in the whole bit about reproduction. It was simply said to make a point, though. Fell hardly cared if she really wanted to know or not. Now she did, and perhaps it would aid him in the future if they were ever to talk again. Females being outside was always a risk, especially with so many strays running around, which obviously, were not going to be fixed. If he were a female, he wouldn’t want to be roaming around if there was a possibility to get pregnant. At least Dahlia wouldn’t have to ever think he was out to have his way with her or any of that sort of thing. That was, if they ever talked again after this.
A small smirk appeared on the males lips as she spoke, talking about not breeding with any in-tact male. He really wouldn’t of been offended, if she had said that, or not. ”Well, that’s good that you have standards at least. I understand completely.” He started, laughing softly once more. ”Like I said..I’m not interested in anything more than a friendship..so no offense taken.”
Fell was an extremely proud hybrid dog. The only draw-back he saw in his bloodline, was the fact that he was a hybrid. Other than that, he really had no problem with himself. It wasn’t so much that he was egotistical and thought highly of himself, though. He had just long accepted the flaws of himself, and didn’t dwell and get depressed on things that he couldn’t change.
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Post by Noodle! on Jun 29, 2008 16:15:12 GMT -5
The shar-pei had a sudden impulse to lay herself down on the soft, suede couch that centered itself in the middle of their brightly colored living room. Her master had a way with strange colors that set off even a color-blind dog's vision in a million shades of grey. She sighed lightly, longing to be let back inside. Her master never left her alone for very long, which was good in both party's interests; for an unhappy Dahlia equals destroyed and vandalized property. She smiled at the thought of chewed and slobbery slippers, stuffing out of the love seat, and gnaw marks on the edge of the bed. Fortunately for her master, Dahlia rarely did any of these things. She was always with her human, and when she wasn’t she was outside with no way in.
She whimpered lightly to herself, she desperately wanted inside. There was no way to do that, however, no way in the world. But she was alright here, she lay down again, right in the middle of the sidewalk. She dared a human to try and move her, they could go around. She owned this piece of the walkway. Standards? She laughed, Oh, you have no idea.
Dahlia's "standards" were comparible to that of a spoiled pomeranian or poodle. She only ate food given to her from her master, and even then she ate no table scraps. Everyday she was given top of the line dogfood, with a raw egg and bits of some boiled meat and rice. Their water was filtered, and she never dipped her nose to sip from a puddle. She was always clean, and remained terribly so for the sake of her own sanity. Indeed, she was a housepet, and nothing more. I'm sure you have standards of your own. She added, trying to hide her return from the land of thoughts.
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Post by fell on Jun 29, 2008 16:40:58 GMT -5
Once again, the male flopped himself onto the sidewalk. The heat of the sidewalk felt good, but at the same time made him more uncomfortable than he already was. What he would kill to have short fur in the summer. Life didn’t work like that, though. Going inside was always a possibility. It would be nice and cool inside of the house, and he could lay anywhere he wanted since the family was gone. Oh well, it would just have to wait until he was done conversing with Dahlia.
She was right, after all, he really had no idea what her standards were. Aside from who she wanted to breed with. For all he knew, she could be some highly spoiled dog, and oh how right that was. Fell simply shook his head at her, ”You’re right. I don’t.” Fell didn’t bother asking what they were though, because frankly, he wasn’t that interested in them. He was sure that she probably wouldn’t tell him anyways.
The male raised a brow as she tried shooting the topic at hand back over to him. Did he have standards, though? Fell remained quiet, thinking about it for a moment. No, he actually didn’t have standards. No standards for breeding because well, he didn’t think he could, so why bother being picky? What about friends? No, Fell didn’t judge by breed or discriminate if they were a stray or not. Sure, some strays he would stay away from, but that was just because he they weren’t friendly. Food and other luxuries? Fell ate normal dog food, and table scraps occasionally, and got the bones from steaks. In truth, he really wasn’t picky about anything in his life. At least not that he could think of.
”No, actually. I don’t think I do, aside from keeping myself clean. I don’t really think that’s a standard, though.” He finally answered, glancing down at his forepaws. Leaning down, he nibbled on a toe, trying to rid of an itch.
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Post by Noodle! on Jun 29, 2008 18:48:59 GMT -5
Dahlia shrugged lightly, as if she had expected more of an answer of her neighbor wolf-dog, but she did not speak. A shiny rolly thing that human's disappeared into pulled up to the sidewalk. The shar-pei was immediately on her feet, ears erect, as a young woman exited the left side. The curl on her backside that was an excuse for a tail began wagging violently and the girl walked up to Dahlia, gently stroking her head and down her neck. "Did you miss me, girl? Oh, did you make a friend?" She asked, looking over at Fell. She reached out a hand, offering it to the dog as some humans did with strange dogs. Dahlia took one look at the other dog and smiled, woofing a positive bark to her human.
The pet was immediately at her master's side, eyes observant on Fell's reaction, for she was there to guard her master against any violent advancements. She did not exactly trust Fell quite yet, but something made her believe that he would not snap or growl at her human. Nonetheless she watched him closely.
Well, until next time? She said, nodding to him as her owner continued her 'puppy talk'.
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Post by fell on Jun 29, 2008 22:36:52 GMT -5
Immediately, the males dark eyes turned towards the thing that humans called ‘car’ as it rolled up. His ears perked up as he watched a young woman get out and walk over to Dahlia. It must have been her owner, judging by how excited Dahlia suddenly got. A small smile formed on his lips as he watched the two. It was obvious that they had a very close bond, something very good to have. Then the human turned towards fell, offering her hand towards him. Naturally, Fell was very aware that the female dog was keeping an eye on him. Fell sniffed the hand, before gently licking it, his fluffy tail swaying behind him in a friendly manner.
His attention then turned towards Dahlia, his large head nodding. ”Until then.” He replied with a smile. Then he turned, wandering back over to his fence and hoping over it with ease. Quickly he disappeared towards the back of the house, going through the dog door to get into the comfort of the cool house.
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