Gar Logan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lewdgreendude) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2009-04-16 22:09:00 |
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Where: Chez Frost
When: Last week or so.
Warnings: None.
There were dozens of choices that went into becoming a dog. Fur length. Claw length. Breed. Markings. Age. Gar very rarely consciously made any of them, and as a result, his dogs tended to look like him: perky, kind of goofy, and strangely-shaped. However, there were other times when he could pick a few traits to focus on, and right now, there was a floppy-eared puppy barreling down the hallway to Sophie's room.
He lost his footing where the floor went from carpet to hardwood, resulting in him sliding into her door rather than padding up to it. He let out a little yelp. Fortunately, her door wasn't shut all the way, so he tumbled into the bedroom, tail over muzzle.
"I'm all right! I'm perfectly all right, don't panic. No panicking. Now. Who was it that ordered the LARGE HAM?"