Mary is (meltingsnow) wrote in repose, @ 2017-07-23 10:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, jack penhaligon, mary moreau |
quicklog: mary/jack dog rescuing
[Mary didn't know anything about the man she was meeting to pick up the dog. She did know that he managed to stress Patrick out (which was impressive) and probably had no idea that the second someone from animal control saw that dog, it was probably dead. Didn't matter how nice it was acting now, it would still be put in quarantine in a shelter, have to go through legal evaluation and by then it would be scarred for life. She knew people in the city that could hold onto a dog until things died down and she also- well she could communicate with animals. So, it was easy for her to tell if it had even bit the woman in the first place.
She pulled up in front of the gym in her pickup truck, still dressed in her ranger gear with that big old hat. Mary turned the lights off, slowly rumbling the truck off so it didn't get any attention. Most of the people who cared about the dog were in the woods now, gaping at elk, but she still didn't want to be seen trafficking this dog out of town. She walked up to the gym, looking up at the big building that must have been a fire station at some point. She knocked on the door and said:] It's Mary! [To try and get this guy's attention.]