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Post by Phantom on Jul 30, 2012 20:04:15 GMT -5
"YAHOO!"
The scruffy grey female came charging on to the scene, following a flock of pigeons she had purposefully scattered and paying absolutely no heed to anyone else in the area. Sandy was glad to have the opportunity to stretch her legs and act like the wild dog she felt she was supposed to be. Sure there was the fact that when the day came to an end she'd be leashed and taken home again, but for the moment she was keen on enjoying herself. Nothing was going to stand between her and her freedom.
Sandy barked wildly as she continued to chase after the pigeons. She was going to catch them or tire herself out in the attempt at doing so, and she thought it was more likely that the former would happen. What ended up happening, though, was the birds taking the opportunity to fly higher and leaving Sandy down on the ground with no means of following. Her ears drooped and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. So much for that.
"Man... I thought I had them for sure." Sandy grumbled. She didn't pay any heed to the fact that Cole was nearby. In fact, it was safe to say that Sandy didn't notice him at all.
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Post by Mo on Jul 30, 2012 20:49:30 GMT -5
"Hahaha! Nice one, sis!"
The loud chuckling voice of one scruffy-headed cocker boy sounded through the park. Daniel, pink tongue lolling out of his mouth and a huge grin on his face, giggled heartily at his gray-furred sister's antics; he was never quite as wily as little Sandy was, but even he had to appreciate a good pigeon-chase every now and then. He padded up behind his sister, bobbed tail wagging happily behind him. "Ya sure scattered those guys good!"
It was then, however, he noticed his long-eared brother Cole dozing off in the shade. Surely Sandy's raucous pidgeon-chase had disturbed the rather vain cocker boy, and sheepishly he chuckled with a guilty-looking grin on his face, and quickly tried to cover his predictably-disapproved support, "Uhhh... I mean, uh... geez Sandy, why do ya gotta be running around like some sorta crazy dog all over the place?"
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Post by Sapphire on Jul 30, 2012 21:42:55 GMT -5
"Aw, lay off 'er boys. She just wanted some fun." The grey dog yipped trotting over to her sons and daughter. "And she almost got one. Good, going squirt." The girl had always had fun chasing pigeons herself. It was a nice little pastime. "Hey Sandy, how 'bout a race?" Trixie asked putting her but up and her head low to the ground. "I bet you can't beat me!"
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Post by Phantom on Jul 30, 2012 21:52:40 GMT -5
Sandy grinned a bit as Daniel addressed her with his first remarks. Her stubby tail wagged in agreement and her chest swelled with pride, but then it seemed to deflate when he retracted his statement with a question about why she did what she did. She rolled her eyes at the question and let a small huff escape her. "I do that because I'm trying to do what wild dogs do best. They chase birds and do whatever else they wanna do like nobody's business, and I'm gonna do that to. 'Cause I'm a wild dog!" Sandy proclaimed. Her brothers probably were sick of her declaring she was supposed to be wild, but Sandy thought it was true. She hated the house dog life. Being a wild dog was what she needed.
Then their mother, Trixie, decided to join them. Sandy turned her gaze to her mother and tilted her head slightly to the side. For once it seemed like Trixie was... actually okay with her being wild and generally making a ruckus. Well, that certainly was a nice change of pace. The offer of a race wasn't that bad an offer, either. She could roll with it. "Sure, mom. But you're gonna have to work pretty hard if you wanna keep up with me." she stated.
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Post by Angel on Jul 31, 2012 4:06:09 GMT -5
(ooc: I'm assuming this is set *before* the events of the sequel? If not, tell me and I'll edit the post)
Another dog, this one not related to the family so far as he knew, watched the scene around him. He was crouching, mostly out of sight in the middle of a small bush that hid his slight form, as he took in the canines around him. The three cocker boys - for Andrew was present, too, glancing at his more unruly siblings with distaste before letting out a soft "hmph" and trotting over to sit beside Cole at the water's edge - as well as the mutt girl, although none of those were the one who held Angel's attention. Rather, it was the adult female - the pomeranian couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. She knew Trixie's legend alright, and in fact, the fluffy male had, for the longest time, harboured a crush on the older street dog until he'd found out that she already had a mate.
Angel remained still, not wanting to make her presence known. A number of reasons, not least of which that Bustina would as good as skin him alive if she heard he'd been trying to assosciate with her old enemy's family, necessitated him remaining low, although he'd have dearly loved to exchange even just a few words with his idol/'celebrity' crush.
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Post by ZeeStitch on Jul 31, 2012 10:07:16 GMT -5
"Hey yo, Angel-honey." Ears flopped forward as the female doberman mix trotted up behind the male pom. She'd followed him to make sure he wasn't trying anything stupid or sneaky. She tilted her head to the side and lowered her nose towards the male pom. Slender legs carrying her next to him. She hadn't noticed what he was staring at, only that he'd wandered away from the group who was lounging and chilling nearby where the family was playing.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" she asked with a huff. She raised her head and finally realized what he was staring at. She bared her teeth, flicked her ears back and snarled. Then she lowered her head towards her chest and chuckled softly. "Baby, you've got an eye for findin' just what I need. That's why you're my boy." She scratched her under belly with a hind paw. She wouldn't make her move. Not just yet. First she'd watch and wait.
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Post by Angel on Aug 1, 2012 5:00:35 GMT -5
"I'm NOT your boy," Angel scowled, turning his back away from Buster to continue watching the famous former-street dog. Aside from the fact that it made him out to be owned by Bustina - an implication he loated - it also made him sound like a pup, which he didn't care for either. "I don't belong to anyone," he added softly, lowering his head onto his forepaws. And hoping that the doberman mix wasn't going to do anything idiotic like try and confront Trixie in front of her whole family. Angel knew Bustina held some sort of loathing towards the other bitch, for reasons he didn't know or care to find out, and honestly right now, he just wished the junkyard queen would leave.
Leave him to his longing to be part of a family like Trixie had become.
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Post by Angel on Aug 5, 2012 14:00:40 GMT -5
"I doubt it," Andrew sniffed, sounding equally unimpressed by their sister's antics. He leant down past Cole, his pink tongue lapping gently at the water, causing only the smallest ripples as he drank. "She doesn't have any sense of class at all," he added, tongue collecting any water that he had inadventantly splashed across his muzzle as he raised his head again, swiping his fluffy ears back from his face with one paw.
Eyebrows slid upwards as Cole spoke again, followed by his nose, sniffing the air for the scent his brother had picked up. Nothing that he could... no, wait. "Another dog?" he asked, checking that he had detected the same scent as his red-collared sibling. "Or... two," he corrected himself. He couldn't indetify the breeds, not having a nose as good as their bloodhound aunt, but like Cole, she could tell that there was something off about them, although what, he couldn't quite place.
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Post by Mo on Aug 5, 2012 14:15:50 GMT -5
"Aw, don't be so harsh on her, guys," Daniel muttered almost noncommitally. Constantly he found himself straddling the line between the two "sides" of his family, and he didn't want upset his brothers or his sister... and especially not his parents. So he said nothing more on the subject; not like it would have mattered if he did, for Cole and Andrew had picked up a scent in the air, and raising his own nose upward, Daniel could smell it too.
"Yeah, two of 'em," he nodded, then gave a snorting cough of disgust. "Ugh! Whoever it is, they stink like garbage! Gross!"
He placed a paw over his nosed, and continued in a plugged-up voice, "Ya think it might be one of those nasty stray dogs pokin' their nose 'round here? Cuz only strays smell like garbage."
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