Who: Sweeney Todd and his dog, Dean Winchester and his dog What: Dog walking When: Late night Thursday Where: London Warnings: Nothing horribly forseeable except perhaps a lot of swearing?
Sweeney wasn't too upset by the new member of his slowly-growing group of acquaintances. The new pet was not enough to push him over the fine line between affection and ire, and in fact... well, he kind of liked the mongrel dog. She was calm, well behaved, and would patiently wait at the door with her leash in her mouth if she needed to go out.
Horrible guard dog, but she was a companion, one which Sweeney couldn't get angry at, or be upset by. She seemed like a smart dog, but in his opinions, dogs were not like men, and didn't have a good sense of understanding. And she seemed to want to go out. And Sweeney had the itch to take another long walk. So he fastened the leash onto her collar, locked up behind them, and started in an aimless direction, humming to himself. The dog trotted beside him, sniffing the occasional tree or fencepost or street light.