Scamp
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Post by Scamp on Sept 25, 2011 17:34:23 GMT -5
Scamp's brown eyes grew wide. "No... Rules? Food whenever we want it? Running aroun?!" he said, getting more and more excited as he went on. He started trembling in eagerness. He dropped to his paws in front of Angel. "Did ya hear that? This place is like heaven!" he told her. He grinned at Freckles. He liked the spotted pup already. And she scratched her ears just like he did too!
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Post by Freckles on Sept 25, 2011 17:44:53 GMT -5
Freckles happily returned the grin at Scamp, her tail wagging happily. He seemed like the adventure-searching type of pup, and out of Lucky, the farm lacked action-looking guys. Yes, if he decided to stay they could be great friends. "Of course it is! Besides, you can go missing a little while without anyone noticing. We are so many they would never notice!" She stated, her tail still wagging. "So, whaddaya say? You could stick around to see if you like it on the farm."
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Angel
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Post by Angel on Sept 26, 2011 1:17:40 GMT -5
Angel raised an eyebrow. "I think I worked that out for myself." she replied to the spotted pup's comment about Mooch, a hint of a smile playing on her muzzle as she spoke. "I know how to handle guys like him." From a great distance, preferably, although she didn't add that part aloud. The pomeranian fell silent, turning her attention to the kibble in front of her, as Scamp continued talking to Freckles; although she nearly choked when the dalmatian announced how many of them there were. She'd heard of big litters, but...
"How did your mother manage that?" she gasped once she'd stopped coughing. At Scamp's words, she looked up, simply giving a noncomittal shrug. Sure, it sounded like a paradise, but thepomeranian wasn't sure she wanted to make the place a long-term home. And - although she hated to admit it - she didn't much like how quickly Scamp and Freckles seemed to be warming up to each other.
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Post by Freckles on Sept 26, 2011 7:25:34 GMT -5
"Ah, no, no. They are not blood brothers. You see, we have a long story and are pretty famous 'round these parts." The pup stated, beggining to explain, "We were originally fifteen puppies, but the devil woman stole us and another 84 pups to make a coat with our furs. Man, I hate that woman. Luckily, Sgt. Tibbs sneaked just in time to save all of us, and just after him came mom and dad. We traveled a long journey, chased by the devil woman, until we arrived back home. It was a small department, so we had to move to this farm in order to keep being the famous 101 dalmatians." She told them, almost proudly.
"But, being so many of us is not always so fun. You can get a bit lost in this sea of spots, ya know?"
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Scamp
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Post by Scamp on Sept 26, 2011 15:34:46 GMT -5
"Ah, okay. That makes a lot more sense." Scamp commented, even though it was still a wonder how a dog could have fifteen puppies. He so badly wanted to stay here, it seemed like the perfect place for him to do what he wanted. But he couldn't make that desicion without Angel's approval.
He turned to look at the pomeranian. "Hey Angel... You okay with sticking around a bit?" he asked her. He cared so much for her happiness. And if she wasn't happy, then he wasn't. He knew Angel could be a little uncomfortable around so many dogs, her being rather independent, and if she was they certainly couldn't live or yet stay here.
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Angel
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Post by Angel on Sept 30, 2011 14:34:38 GMT -5
"Tenderfoot - you're not thinking of ditching me for someone with more spots, are you?" The question was asked lightly, humorously, but was masking a certain hint of genuine concern beneath it that Angel didn't really expect Scamp to pick up upon. It might have been a stupid fear, born of nothing more than jealosy, but the rapidity with which Scamp and Freckles were hitting it off with each other was setting the pomeranian more on edge than she cared to admit. After giving up so much to stay with Scamp, she didn't think she'd be able to bear it if he somehow chose this dalmatian instead of her.
"I don't mind staying a little if you want to." she replied to his question before fully giving him a chance to respond to her own previous statement. She didn't want to stay here too long - a farm full of dalmatians wasn't her idea of a permanent paradise - but what would a couple of weeks hurt? It would give her and Scamp time to get used to being in a new country, at least.
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Scamp
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Post by Scamp on Oct 1, 2011 11:09:44 GMT -5
Scamp raised his ears in bewilderment. "What?! H-How can you say that?" he said, frowning. Even though he loved Angel, it sometimes hurt him to know she didn't trust him time to time. He managed a small smile and nuzzled the pomeranian's ear affectionately. "You know we've been through a lot together. I wouldn't throw that away for anything." he told her. True, Freckles was a pretty cool girl, but he could only see her as a friend.
As soon as he heard Angel's answer, he felt like he was about to explode in delight. "Great! Then we'd love to stay a bit!" he said, turning to look at Freckles again. He craned his neck to get a better look of the barn. He wouldn't mind meeting some of the other residents.
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