The Park, Thursday morning

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

When the party was nice, the party was jumpin' {Hey, Yippie, Yi, Yo}
And everybody havin' a ball {Hah, ho, Yippie Yi Yo}
I tell the fellas "start the name callin'" {Yippie Yi Yo}
And the girls report to the call
The poor dog show down
Who let the dogs out {woof, woof, woof, woof}

The music had stopped bothering Jeff pretty early on. In fact, at this point, he was just pleased to hear the magical crazy music voices had stopped launching into 'The Ballad of Chasey Lain' whenever he moved a limb or breathed. Life was less distracting this way, or at least less blurtful.

On the other side of the equation, however, apparently life wasn't content to just bestow upon him a giant evil spy tank disguised as a dog; he had to walk it, too. In the park. Which still was not an entirely comfortable place for him, all things considered. Too many troubling phone memories.

Long since deprived of his willpower, he simply sighed in resignation when the dog began doing its business on his foot. The voices swelled in cheerful mockery of his misery.

Who let the dogs out (woof, woof, woof, woof)

[ Open like a park ]

Comments

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette fled to the park to get away from the music in her room. It was odd. Creepy. Weird. What the heck?

Finding a bench, she sat down and stared forward, wondering if the music was just in her head.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

The dog's head snapped up. Jeff was grateful for the lack of, er, liquids on his shoe for roughly the .4 seconds it took the dog to take off towards Annette. Together with his arm, and shortly afterwards, the rest of him.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Funny how she happened to look over just in time to see a huge dog walking...Jeff? Paralyzed, she sat still, hands on thighs, even though on the inside she was going, 'Nice doggy, friendly cuddly doggy, big cute doofus doggy with wet pink tongue'...

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Be careful!" Jeff shouted, the dog (he'd hoped if he didn't name it it might go away) only a few more feet away from Annette and gaining, "It's really fond of trousers!"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette stood up quickly and glanced down at herself. Shorts, she was wearing shorts. Looking back up she realized she didn't stand a chance in out running the dog. "Oh. My. Nice doggggggy!" She yelled just as the big beast was an inch from her and she knew in less than half a second it was going to knock her over.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

The dog made an admirable play for her facial area, front paws forward and slobber flinging in multiple directions.

Jeff watched, helplessly. It was a bit like watching a traffic accident happening.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Oooomf!" Annette fell over cause the dog on it's hind legs was nearly as tall as her. Front paws planted on her chest, tongue lolling all over her face, she was pretty much bathed in dog spit.

"Oh." she mumbled. "Uh." came another mumble. "Ickomigod."

But the dog was friendly and fluffy and she brought her hands up into the thick fur of its neck and sort of petted as she pushed.

"Help me?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff stood about a foot away, staring like an idiot. He was feeling oddly envious of the dog. He'd also dropped the leash.

"Er," he said, "Bad dog! Stop that! Heel! Come! Stay! Uh, I mean, go!" He raked through his brain, "...Sit!"

The dog probably felt it was entirely justified in only following the last of Jeff's commands.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Which it did. It sat directly on her, big fat paws on her upper chest with his body to follow. Oddly, the dog's tail was thumping up and down on her thighs. Annette squeaked out an, "Oh crap." But that was about it. Big dog, little her, just didn't go together very well.

After two minutes of staring at the dog, then Jeff, back and forth, Annette was beginning to lose air. "Throw...a...stick...ball...any freaking thing..."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff unfroze. "Oh, right!" he said, and hurled away the first object he could find.

The dog took to the phone like a sixteen-year-old to a nudie magazine.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

After the dog got off her, Annette sort of just laid there and stared up at the sky, gingerly bringing a hand to her face to wipe off the slime.

Slowly she started to sit up and she looked up at Jeff, "Is that your dog?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure," Jeff said. He was watching it trash and jump across the park, leash in tow. "My mother sent it."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Oh, if your mom sent it then I'm sure it's yours." Annette watched the huge dog and sort of grinned. "He's, or she's, really kind of cute. Probably you need to train her/him a bit. What a nice mom. I never got to have pets when I was growing up."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"I'm fairly certain she sent it to spy on me," Jeff replied, scratching the back of his head. The subject of his mother was pretty much the only thing that could distract him from women.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She blinked and looked Jeff over carefully, "You, uh, need spying on? Why?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Well, that's the thing, isn't it?" Jeff said, mysteriously, and turned around. The moment he tried to make a step in Annette's direction, the dog whizzed in and sat down on his feet. "Oh," he said.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette choked back her laughter. "Aw, it loves you. You don't look like you need spying on. Have you checked the dog for those mini-spy-camera things?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"You've never met my mother," Jeff said, miserably. Then paused. Looked at Annette. And then leapt upon the dog, patting it down frantically.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Sadly, Annette didn't think anything wrong with his actions, in fact, she joined him. She didn't leapt upon the dog though, she knelt and started running her fingers through his fur and checking the collar. "Dude, if there is a spy thing on this dog? That...that is so cool. We should totally investigate it."