Who: John Wick johnwick & Julia Wicker ladyofthetree What: Dog Walking When: Backdated, Monday, April 22, midday Where: Park Rating: Reader Discretion is Advised Warnings: John Wick is a sad fellow who kills folk. Death, murder, sadness, grief, and other negative things might be discussed. He's also trying and failing to walk shelter dogs. Status: Closed/Incomplete
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Killing people who were trained to kill was harder than one might think. Everyone who worked in the industry John Wick thrived inside knew there was always a risk of winding up being the contract instead of taking the contract. He'd certainly known he was likely to get one for himself long before he'd managed to get into debt to Santino D'Antonio; if someone had asked John which was more likely a contract on him courtesy of Gianna D'Antonio or a contract on Gianna D'Antonio he was going to fulfill, John would have easily said the former over the latter.
"Woah!"
John currently felt as if his arms were being pulled out of the sockets. Pain raced up and down from his shoulders with enough fury to have him grunting in discomfort as he tried to rein in his newest charges.
"Joe! Bo! Molly! C'mon, guys! I am an old man here! We've got time. We can walk as long as you want. We just need to walk together. We can do the same pace, can't we? Please?"
Killing people was significantly easier than walking dogs.
John Wick should know: he'd killed a lot more people than he'd walked dogs and he'd been significantly more successful at the first over the second.
"Why did I think I could do this? Please, guys, cut an old guy a break!"
Madison Valley Animal Shelter had taken John Wick on as their newest employee as of today, Monday, April 22, and all John had managed to do to date was changing litter pans and leashing three dogs for a walk which they were setting the pace on. He had been warned Joe the German Shepherd liked to run rather than walk while Bo the Beagle liked to chase down scents in all directions and Molly the mixed breed thought she was faster, bigger, and badder than all the boys combined in spite of being part chihuahua and part something equally small. All the dogs had fooled him with their eagerness to have their leashes fastened. He'd honestly thought the staff at the shelter had been having him on when they'd said he might want to only take one dog at a time.
They were dogs. How much trouble could they be?
"Oh, ma'am! Ma'am! Look out, ma'am!"
John pulled up as hard as he could on Joe's leash, hoping the lady managed to avoid being tripped by the overeager dog who had rushed into her path.