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paradisalogs2013-07-21 04:39 pm
hatesgoodbyes) wrote in paradisalogs2013-07-21 04:39 pm
Mans best friend
Who: Tex (dog) and Church/ Tex(dog) South (cat)
What: Sleeping, waking…pets
When: Morning after karaoke in Tokoyo
Where: Chruch’s room
Rating: F for FLUFFY! Seriously, I have no idea
Little known fact that dogs can get drunk but rarely get hung over. Something about the way their bodies process alcohol gives them all the fun without the paying for it later. But it does tend to make for hilarity after, like how she woke, sleepily and blinked wide. She yawned and stretched…or tried to. The movement was hampered because she was not alone. Oh, and she was a dog, there was also that.
The big black dog angled it’s head up, the head which had been resting on the chest of the ma sleeping in the bed. His hand was over her front shoulders in a sort of petting angle and it was, nice. It was actually comfortable. Must be some weird dog thing she figured and so long as he was laying there unmoving, who was she to wake him up? Let him snore away, she just burrowed down comfortably against him and nuzzled up under his chin to go back to sleep.
It was fine, she was a dog, no big deal. Dogs did this, no reflection on her.
What: Sleeping, waking…pets
When: Morning after karaoke in Tokoyo
Where: Chruch’s room
Rating: F for FLUFFY! Seriously, I have no idea
Little known fact that dogs can get drunk but rarely get hung over. Something about the way their bodies process alcohol gives them all the fun without the paying for it later. But it does tend to make for hilarity after, like how she woke, sleepily and blinked wide. She yawned and stretched…or tried to. The movement was hampered because she was not alone. Oh, and she was a dog, there was also that.
The big black dog angled it’s head up, the head which had been resting on the chest of the ma sleeping in the bed. His hand was over her front shoulders in a sort of petting angle and it was, nice. It was actually comfortable. Must be some weird dog thing she figured and so long as he was laying there unmoving, who was she to wake him up? Let him snore away, she just burrowed down comfortably against him and nuzzled up under his chin to go back to sleep.
It was fine, she was a dog, no big deal. Dogs did this, no reflection on her.
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Clearly Church wasn't going to let her so she just laid there with her paws at the edge of the bed and her head lowered, growling at the cat. She was too friggin big to get under there anyway dammit!]