Golddust: I think I'm gonna like it here
[RP with Mitia's Peaches and Gazzi's three characters. Dusty's parts written by myself.]
"There you are, boy. How do you like it?"
Golddust stood on the grass of the park, now dry from autumn, peering curiously at his new surroundings. His ears were perked straight up, his eyes were wide and his nostrils flared as he took in the new smells, sights and sounds. Slowly, his tail began to wag, and then to pick up speed. This place was interesting -- in a good way, too. They had moved to this new place only a few days ago, and thus far he had enjoyed it. Their previous home had smelled strange and not particularly pleasant, and though he hadn't really been unhappy in their smaller rooms he had to admit that having lots more space, and plenty more rooms in which to go exploring, was rather nice. Now Johnny had taken him on a walk through the new place, and they had come here. He had never seen or smelt anywhere quite like it.
Johnny had knelt down beside his dog, and was scratching him behind the ears, noting with pleasure how interested and excited the whippet looked. He unclipped the leash from the dog's martingale collar and gave him a gentle push, encouraging him to go explore.
First taking a minute to nuzzle happily at his master's hand, Golddust began to trot about, stopping here and there to sniff at the base of a tree or a patch of grass that held some remnant of scent that could be of interest to him. He paused to cock his leg against one bush. Dogs evidently came here often, and he could hear some mirthful barking now. His tail wagged faster. He knew what could come of overexerting himself -- he had found out rather painfully the hard way -- but he did so enjoy a good run as much as any other dog of his breed, never mind that he carried twice an ordinary whippet's weight on his slim frame.
Even more excited at the prospect of making a new friend, the bully whippet made his way towards the sounds of dogs playing, his tail now waving high above his back.
( zippedy-doo-dah, zippedy-ay, my oh my, what a wonderful day )
"There you are, boy. How do you like it?"
Golddust stood on the grass of the park, now dry from autumn, peering curiously at his new surroundings. His ears were perked straight up, his eyes were wide and his nostrils flared as he took in the new smells, sights and sounds. Slowly, his tail began to wag, and then to pick up speed. This place was interesting -- in a good way, too. They had moved to this new place only a few days ago, and thus far he had enjoyed it. Their previous home had smelled strange and not particularly pleasant, and though he hadn't really been unhappy in their smaller rooms he had to admit that having lots more space, and plenty more rooms in which to go exploring, was rather nice. Now Johnny had taken him on a walk through the new place, and they had come here. He had never seen or smelt anywhere quite like it.
Johnny had knelt down beside his dog, and was scratching him behind the ears, noting with pleasure how interested and excited the whippet looked. He unclipped the leash from the dog's martingale collar and gave him a gentle push, encouraging him to go explore.
First taking a minute to nuzzle happily at his master's hand, Golddust began to trot about, stopping here and there to sniff at the base of a tree or a patch of grass that held some remnant of scent that could be of interest to him. He paused to cock his leg against one bush. Dogs evidently came here often, and he could hear some mirthful barking now. His tail wagged faster. He knew what could come of overexerting himself -- he had found out rather painfully the hard way -- but he did so enjoy a good run as much as any other dog of his breed, never mind that he carried twice an ordinary whippet's weight on his slim frame.
Even more excited at the prospect of making a new friend, the bully whippet made his way towards the sounds of dogs playing, his tail now waving high above his back.
( zippedy-doo-dah, zippedy-ay, my oh my, what a wonderful day )