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Verse For a Certain Dog (Open)
The pack of teacup bulldogs were getting restless cooped up inside the farmhouse. It was close enough to Maggie's farmhouse back home to be familiar to them, large and with plenty of room to run around, but they weren't happy with only being let out for the necessaries when there was a whole new world to explore. Or so Maggie gathered from their increasing resistance against coming back inside.
She supposed that she felt up to trying to take the better-behaved of her teacup bulldogs for a walk. It would be a good test of her recovery, in any case. The dogs were small--about the size of a particularly overweight housecat each--but energetic in small bursts. The innate laziness of the breed had proved helpful to her as she recuperated from the gunshot.
So Butch, Kitty, and Cujo were harnessed and leashed up and taken out. Just a few blocks and back, Maggie decided. The bulldogs tugged on their leashes, snuffling happily (and noisily) at everything they saw.
She supposed that she felt up to trying to take the better-behaved of her teacup bulldogs for a walk. It would be a good test of her recovery, in any case. The dogs were small--about the size of a particularly overweight housecat each--but energetic in small bursts. The innate laziness of the breed had proved helpful to her as she recuperated from the gunshot.
So Butch, Kitty, and Cujo were harnessed and leashed up and taken out. Just a few blocks and back, Maggie decided. The bulldogs tugged on their leashes, snuffling happily (and noisily) at everything they saw.