Post by Krickette on Jun 27, 2010 23:02:05 GMT -5
Every day I'm alive in the city
"You're just a goober aren't you boy?"[/color] she said, grabbing her purse and Pickles' leash before swinging her door open and reaching down for Catfish's leash. She hit the lock button on her key fob as she walked into the store. The automatic doors opened with a whirr, the cool ac hitting her suddenly as she crossed the threshold. She paused a moment, enjoying the relief from the heat while moving her sunglasses to the top of her hair, holding her bleach blonde bangs out of her face.
Her moment of peace didn't last long, though, before she felt an impatient tug at the end of a leash. Catfish was a high strung dog, that was for sure. Pickles, on the other hand, had to be coaxed up from her seat by Kenna's heels as the girl obliged her Leopard Dog. She knew exactly where he was headed. First, to harass the small animals, then to the toys. She decided not to allow him to press his nose against the hamster cages and snake enclosures today, though, and diverted his attention to the toy isle.
She pulled at Catfish's lead, commanding his attention for a moment while Pickles trotted faithfully alongside her. She'd had the mutt for several years now, but Catfish was still young and, well, stupid. He'd gotten a bit better since getting fixed, but he was still just a giant bundle of dork. She finally lead the pack to their destination, folding her legs underneath her and plopping onto the floor. She leaned back against the isle behind her; bags of kibble made for a comfortable resting place. Pickles perked up a bit and walked to the end of her lead, sniffing in a bin next to Catfish.
The scruffy looking mongrel found a pink flamingo skinneeez in the pile of toys and snatched it before Catfish could take it from her. She trotted proudly back to Kenna with her prize. "Whatcha got there girl?"[/color] Kenna asked playfully, reaching out to snag a leg of the stuffingless bird. Pickles tugged fiercely against the girl as they sat playing in the isle way, waiting for Catfish to make up his mind.
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She's a fire woman, live by the sun
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wordcount: 460ish
tagged: nobody, open
outfit: [click]
dogs: [click]
The wind whipped past her hair as Kenna Rose sped down the road, top down on her mustang with two dogs sharing the passenger seat. She pulled into the parking lot of the local pet supply store, and had barely put the car in park before Catfish, her catahoula cur, lept out the passenger side over the closed door. "No Catfish!"she yelled, scrambling to grab the leash of her mutt, Pickles, before turning to open her own door. There was Catfish, tounge hanging out of his head like a slobbering baffoon as he waited by her door.
"You're just a goober aren't you boy?"[/color] she said, grabbing her purse and Pickles' leash before swinging her door open and reaching down for Catfish's leash. She hit the lock button on her key fob as she walked into the store. The automatic doors opened with a whirr, the cool ac hitting her suddenly as she crossed the threshold. She paused a moment, enjoying the relief from the heat while moving her sunglasses to the top of her hair, holding her bleach blonde bangs out of her face.
Her moment of peace didn't last long, though, before she felt an impatient tug at the end of a leash. Catfish was a high strung dog, that was for sure. Pickles, on the other hand, had to be coaxed up from her seat by Kenna's heels as the girl obliged her Leopard Dog. She knew exactly where he was headed. First, to harass the small animals, then to the toys. She decided not to allow him to press his nose against the hamster cages and snake enclosures today, though, and diverted his attention to the toy isle.
She pulled at Catfish's lead, commanding his attention for a moment while Pickles trotted faithfully alongside her. She'd had the mutt for several years now, but Catfish was still young and, well, stupid. He'd gotten a bit better since getting fixed, but he was still just a giant bundle of dork. She finally lead the pack to their destination, folding her legs underneath her and plopping onto the floor. She leaned back against the isle behind her; bags of kibble made for a comfortable resting place. Pickles perked up a bit and walked to the end of her lead, sniffing in a bin next to Catfish.
The scruffy looking mongrel found a pink flamingo skinneeez in the pile of toys and snatched it before Catfish could take it from her. She trotted proudly back to Kenna with her prize. "Whatcha got there girl?"[/color] Kenna asked playfully, reaching out to snag a leg of the stuffingless bird. Pickles tugged fiercely against the girl as they sat playing in the isle way, waiting for Catfish to make up his mind.
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She's a fire woman, live by the sun
//ooc//
wordcount: 460ish
tagged: nobody, open
outfit: [click]
dogs: [click]