It had started to rain outside, making the ground slick with mud. Terry was still wearing his leathers and his boots, so he didn't mind the rain but he didn't want Tim's dog to be running around in the rain and mud.
"Oi! Fuzz butt. Get back here," Terry called out, struggling in the mud to run after the pug. The pug seemed to be teasing him, winding around Terry's legs before darting to the side. "Enough! You're coming with me," he says, trying to catch the dog. It wasn't until Terry full on body tackles the pug that he was able to catch him, but they rolled around in the mud.
"Sonofabitch," Terry sighed, holding the squirming dog tight against his chest, leaning on his side on the ground. The rain was now coming down in buckets. "Now I'm going to have to get you cleaned up before Tim gets back," Terry groused, managing to stand up with a wet dog in his arms.