Rebecca Elizabeth Fenhell (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} notwhoiseem) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} badwater_rpg,@ 2008-12-04 11:26:00 |
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WHO: Rebecca Fenhell and her puppies, OPEN
WHAT: Playing at the park
WHERE: A park
WHEN: Thursday Morning
RATING: PG-13
Dressed in a pair of tight fitting washed out jeans and a dark blue t-shirt with some sort of logo on it and a soft hooded pink sweatshirt over it all, Rebecca was a sight to be seen as she dashed around with two large dogs chasing after her. With a bright red squeaky ball in hand she stopped, which caused Anderson and Wilson to pause, both their tails wagging, waiting for her to throw it. When she finally did the two turns and bounded after it, skidding into each other, growling playfully and wrestling until Wilson finally got it into his mouth and returned to Rebecca, dropping the ball at her feet.
"Good boy, Wilson." Reaching down she scratched the white German Shepherd behind the ears and then grabbed the ball, tossing it again. This time more in the direction of her older dog Anderson so the tan and white malamute/chow mix could actually have a chance and beating out the young, energetic puppy. She watched them both dash off and continue their fighting, smiling a bit to herself as she shoved her slightly cold hands into the pockets of her zip-up sweater.
WHAT: Playing at the park
WHERE: A park
WHEN: Thursday Morning
RATING: PG-13
Dressed in a pair of tight fitting washed out jeans and a dark blue t-shirt with some sort of logo on it and a soft hooded pink sweatshirt over it all, Rebecca was a sight to be seen as she dashed around with two large dogs chasing after her. With a bright red squeaky ball in hand she stopped, which caused Anderson and Wilson to pause, both their tails wagging, waiting for her to throw it. When she finally did the two turns and bounded after it, skidding into each other, growling playfully and wrestling until Wilson finally got it into his mouth and returned to Rebecca, dropping the ball at her feet.
"Good boy, Wilson." Reaching down she scratched the white German Shepherd behind the ears and then grabbed the ball, tossing it again. This time more in the direction of her older dog Anderson so the tan and white malamute/chow mix could actually have a chance and beating out the young, energetic puppy. She watched them both dash off and continue their fighting, smiling a bit to herself as she shoved her slightly cold hands into the pockets of her zip-up sweater.