Who: Mitch Morgan and Open What: Walking his dog When: Friday evening Where: Somewhere on the property Warnings: TBA Status: Open/On-going
Mitch was going to be very, very glad when all of this was over, not because of any particular dislike of the environment, but because of the simple fact that three people plus a medium-size dog in one room was not conducive to being comfortable. The only thing that made it marginally less of a pain in the ass was the fact that Max was a well-behaved dog who was very good at keeping himself out of the way.
Well, mostly. Again, that whole "three people and a dog in one room" thing. There was only so much "out of the way" that any of them could manage.
The desert heat wasn't as bad as it'd been earlier, so Mitch was taking advantage of the opportunity to give Max a little bit more of a walk. He knew the poor dog was going stir-crazy, so he was trying to get Max out as much as possible. Not as many people to try and interact with, no, but it got Max moving and that was the more important part.
"No, Max, we are not going into the cemetery," Mitch said, tugging lightly at the leash to get the dog's attention. "Don't whine at me, we're not going in there."
The dog just gave him a sad look.
"Oh, you are pathetic," Mitch said with a sigh, reaching down to scratch Max behind the ears. "And we're still not going in the cemetery."