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fandomtownies2008-08-15 10:49 am
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The Park, late morning Friday 8/15
There was a dog. Well actually, there were two dogs. One was running around a bit, trying to convince the other to play. The other dog remained firmly where it was, hiding under a bench.
Or attempting to hide as said bench didn't exactly provide a lot of cover.
Murdock sincerely hoped nobody would find him this way. Even if he hadn't the faintest clue of what to do with himself.
Being a dog sucked.
(omg so open! he is expecting one to find him, but he's there for others to taunt/pet/otherwise embarrass him too. *g* any other threads would be before Abby Irene.)
Or attempting to hide as said bench didn't exactly provide a lot of cover.
Murdock sincerely hoped nobody would find him this way. Even if he hadn't the faintest clue of what to do with himself.
Being a dog sucked.
(omg so open! he is expecting one to find him, but he's there for others to taunt/pet/otherwise embarrass him too. *g* any other threads would be before Abby Irene.)