Damd Dog LOVED the cool water. He took a flying leap into the cool wet stuff but tripped over something, maybe one of his own huge paws. He rolled completely over, soaking his fur. He looked back over his shoulders sheepishly, hoping the humans hadn't noticed, but of course they had.
He hung his head. Humans don't like wet dogs. At least no one tried to kick him or throw rocks at him though.
The humans were splashing enough that Damd Dog needn't have worried. At least, not until he shook off his coat.
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"You can't run with the big dogs if you still pee like a puppy".
Jesdone didn't much like this new change in course. He had just gotten his boots dry from the last time. Spending so much time at sea gives the damp air plenty of opportunity to soak a man's boots. And oh he did hate to get his feet wet. Luckily, he was prepared for just such an occasion.
Jesdone reached into his trenchcoat and produced two well worn garbage bags, and promptly slipped them over his feet. Plunging into the stream, and holding the bags with his hands, he smiled at just how durable a good glad bag could be.
When he got to the other side, Phartripper was giving him the hairy eyeball. Never leave home without 'em. The man grunted and gave him the other hairy eyeball. Now, where be the ship?
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"I am a Canadian by birth, but I am a Highlander by blood and feel under an obligation to do all I can for the sake of the Highlanders and their literature.... I have never yet spoken a word of English to any of my children. They can speak as much English as they like to others, but when they talk to me they have to talk in Gaelic."
-Alexander Maclean Sinclair of Goshen (protector of Gaelic Culture)
Damd Dog forgot about his embarassment , and cocked his head, tongue lolling, as he watched the human with the huge, billowing plastic things over its paws. He drew closer, sniffing. Then bounded off again.
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Phartripper thought... I need to be deligent and descret in dealing with this Jesdone..., he shows some traits that I do not like, my first impression of him may have been correct...
Gentlemen, we must proceed to the docks and a tavern there by the name of "The Hello Sailor", it is here we will meet up with those who will help us.
Again Phartripper eyes Jesdone....
Damd Dog jumps up and slurps Phartrippers face and causes him to fall backward into the mud.....
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I support the separation of church and hate!
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One can not profess to be of "GOD" and show intolerence and prejudice towards the beliefs of others.
Am fear nach gleidh na h–airm san t–sith, cha bhi iad aige ’n am a’ chogaidh. He that keeps not his arms in time of peace will have none in time of war.
"We're all in this together , in the parking lot between faith and fear" ... O.C.M.S.
“Beasts feed; man eats; only the man of intellect knows how to eat well.”
"Without food we are nothing, without history we are lost." - SHADOWS
Is iomadh duine laghach a mhill an Creideamh. Religion has spoiled many a good man.
As much as it pleases me to hear we're heading to a tavern, are you sure we're the right sort of patron for 'The Hello Sailor'? I mean, I like the ladies as much as the ne.... Oh, I forgot. This is Middle Gastronia. Sorry, not the 'Hello Sailor' I was thinking about. Jesdone pulled a plastic cylinder from one of his pockets and pointed it to their soiled leader. Nappy?
Gilidorfus had remained silent, observing the two interesting gentlemen and dog that he had found himself travelling with. He liked them, even though they seemed determined to bicker. At least the dog didn't argue! He wasn't looking forward to the trip on the Nau Sea, as sailing always tended to make him nauseous, but it was for a good cause!
"Lead on, my friend!" he said.
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'S i Alba tìr mo chridhe. 'S i Gàidhlig cànan m' anama. Scotland is the land of my heart. Gaelic is the language of my soul.
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As Phartripper leads the ragtag group towards the Tavern the masts of the tall ships they pass in the darkness spike skyward lending an eerie air to the already strange surroundings.
Just a little further my friends...
Damd Dog has not left Phartrippers side and almost trips him with his wagging tail.
Damd Dog bounded through the door with the GOOOD food man, then froze, hackles raised and lip lifted in a snarl and a low growl issuing from his throat. He knew the bad smell far to well, and the human source of that bad smell was seated dead ahead.
Gilidorfus noticed the dog's odd reaction when he enetered the room. That, and the way that Phartripper sort of crept aorund to the corner of the tavern, were reason enough for Gili to go on guard, watching the room's inhabitants very closely. "Looks like were in for more trouble," he thought.
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