Post by rodneyh on Jul 20, 2013 22:12:44 GMT -6
THE POOR DOG, IN LIFE THE FIRMEST FRIEND. THE FIRST TO WELCOME, FOREMOST TO DEFEND. WORDS ✽ 332 |
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✽»"No... no, no--bad girl!" Rodney's cry was desperate, pleading as he stared down his adversary: a hundred-twenty-pound, excessively playful Great Dane who gripped his shirt between her jaws. Taking a tentative step towards her only sent her rump flying into the air, front paws splayed on the grass before her. It was body language that said she was either about to bolt or tear the fabric to shreds. Rodney froze. "I know you want to play, baby, but I'm going to get a sunburn."
✽» Indeed, the bare skin of his shoulders and back was beginning to sting from the heat of the midday sunshine. Assuming he was in an all-or-nothing situation, the man decided to go for it; he didn't want to be sleeping on raw, irritated skin for days. He dropped to the ground, catching himself in push-up position, but his movements weren't fast enough. Mia was already ankle-deep in the lakewater, dragging the shirt along with her through the muddy shore. Rodney scrambled after her, his powerful legs sending him sailing at a speed equal to that of the muscular canine, but his blocky feet stuck in the mud and caued him to stumble. Miraculously, he managed to keep his balance while bounding after his pet and his clothing. Soon, he found himself thigh-deep in lukewarm, summer lake water, a murky cloud smothering the legs of his jeans from the mud he'd kicked up. The dirt he hadn't bothered to brush off his skin was forming mucky rivers that ran from his face to his waistband.
✽» Rodney stopped himself when he realized Mia had begun to paddle: she could no longer touch the bottom. He was a risk-taker, but testing his beloved pooch's limits was never on his agenda. So he stood his ground, shirtless, sopping wet, and filthy, and attempted to call her back. With a wave of his arms, he cooed, "Come on, pretty lady. You can't stand to see me like this, huh? C'mon, babe, get on over here..."
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[/td][/tr][/table]✽» Indeed, the bare skin of his shoulders and back was beginning to sting from the heat of the midday sunshine. Assuming he was in an all-or-nothing situation, the man decided to go for it; he didn't want to be sleeping on raw, irritated skin for days. He dropped to the ground, catching himself in push-up position, but his movements weren't fast enough. Mia was already ankle-deep in the lakewater, dragging the shirt along with her through the muddy shore. Rodney scrambled after her, his powerful legs sending him sailing at a speed equal to that of the muscular canine, but his blocky feet stuck in the mud and caued him to stumble. Miraculously, he managed to keep his balance while bounding after his pet and his clothing. Soon, he found himself thigh-deep in lukewarm, summer lake water, a murky cloud smothering the legs of his jeans from the mud he'd kicked up. The dirt he hadn't bothered to brush off his skin was forming mucky rivers that ran from his face to his waistband.
✽» Rodney stopped himself when he realized Mia had begun to paddle: she could no longer touch the bottom. He was a risk-taker, but testing his beloved pooch's limits was never on his agenda. So he stood his ground, shirtless, sopping wet, and filthy, and attempted to call her back. With a wave of his arms, he cooed, "Come on, pretty lady. You can't stand to see me like this, huh? C'mon, babe, get on over here..."
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