Oh Christmas, this dog was going a long way for the roadkill. Tinsel really had to run a lot faster than she'd thought in order to keep up, even with the dog clearly getting impatient over her weak, human legs. "Gimme a break, girl, I've been on the couch in my pjs the last three weeks," she puffed, pausing to lean on a lamppost to get her breath back. "Oh sugarplums and candy canes, this stitch hurts." With a groan she made herself keep moving. "Pleeease say it's not far-"