Juno had a busy weekend, so for the last two days I’ve been doing calm, quiet walks to help her decompress.
It may be that she doesn’t need it, she seems to be the type of dog that can handle a lot. Most of her issues are to do with the fact that she wants to go go GOOO
But either way, a couple of days of laidback sniffy walks where she doesn’t have to greet people or dogs will do her some good. Today we walked for 2 and a half hours, basking in the spring sun, sniffing and exploring the environment, rolling in the grass, zoomies, all the dog stuff!
She loved it!
And the next two days are forecasted to be miserable again so I’m glad we got a few miles in while we could enjoy the sun.
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Dog parents be like: I would never have kids! They are all badly raised little shits! My fur baby behaves better than that!
My sibling in christ, the love you have for your dog, has basically blinded you to believe they are better than a bratty kid, but THEY ARE LITERALLY BEHAVING THE SAME WAY!
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Bless all of you who tell me IDNAtNfE is your go-to comfort story. COMFORT STORY. And listen! There have been several of you!
I love you all, but are you serious!
IDNAtNfE, AKA Baatar Has An Emotional Crisis Over Well Everything Really And Goes To Pieces While Remaining Extremely Bossy And In Denial About The Baby Dropped Into His Lap Oh And Is Really Horny
IDNAtNfE, AKA Ikki Gives The Middle Finger To Everyone Who Expects Her To Run This Fucking Temple And Catches Some Very Inconvenient And Indeed Irritating Feelings And Is Also Really Horny
IDNAtNfE, AKA Huan Would Just Like Everyone To Get The Fuck Off His Mountain And Leave Him Alone Yes That Means You No He Does Not Care If He Was The One Who Invited You In The First Place
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♢ — @bogachs asked: 🎶 → listening to music, catching their expression or movement
encounter my muse in a scenrio
🎶 → listening to music, catching their expression or movement
Dottore doesn’t expect to hear the once-familiar sounds of the chang ring out in the streets beneath the murmuring of the crowd and shuffling of people and manage to float in through the restuarant’s window. To most, despite the CHANG’S unique sound from lack of further vibrations when plucked, it would likely not even be acknowledged. If it was, it probably barely register to their ears. But to one who was ONCE very familiar with the sound, he cannot help but immediately lock onto it, especially when it is so far from its home in the desert. How ODD.
Red eyes flick towards Pantalone, but is unsurprising to see that he’s still droning on with some investors about some INSIPID plan of his for economic gains. In other words, nothing but discussions so boring he’d rather deal with trying to pluck teeth from a particularly vicious spinocrocodile than continue listening to these discussions of investments and economic fluctuations. Why had HE even been dragged to this? This was hardly his place among the demands of higher etiquette and fine dining that was ABSURDLY priced for what was often MEDIOCRE food at best, and in such small quantities. Perhaps it was fine for those who enjoyed those multiple courses, but he’d rather prefer one big meal.
He watches as multiple servers arrive to deliver who knows what course, although since it was some rice dish by the looks of it, it was probably the fourth. And the fourth Dottore would not eat. Rather than sit around getting bored out of his mind and potentially jabbed under the table for ‘SCARING’ people as he got more visibly irritated with boredom, Dottore slips away in the flurry and sounds of drinks being refilled. It doesn’t take long for him to head outside the establishment and to follow the sounds of the chang’s unique song a short distance away to the streets.
There’s a moment of smug delight when he sees the familiar instruments, the traditional drums and wind instruments paired with it, and the group that performs. THEY may have left the desert, but the desert never left THEM. It showed in how they moved, the quick reflexes from being ready to recover if sand should suddenly cave underfoot or rocks shatter apart, or to avoid a scorpion’s ambush. Much to Dottore’s delight, he notices the food cart with plenty of MEAT to sink his teeth into. He was here, might as well indulge without Pantalone’s disdainful stare or commentary. Food and music. It was an effective combination based on the crowd. Dottore thinks nothing in spending a few more to sink his teeth into much more tasty and filling food as he stands to the side at a distance, mask cast aside while he listens to the music and eats in peace.
“ I take it your little SYMPOSIUM went well? “ Dottore isn’t QUITE sure how long he’s stood leaning in the shade, red eyes fixated on the musicians still playing. The crowds had changed several times already. Fifteen, twenty minutes then? Mayhaps more. But he had felt when Pantalone’s gaze had turned in his direction and spotted him, watched the second listen to the performance with more attention than he typically allotted to performers other than some especially talented or flashy performers. What Pantalone sees though, Dottore doesn’t have a clue. It’s an easy excuse. he hasn’t heard the sound in a long time with the number of CHANG players dwindling. It will be longer still till he hears it again, IF he ever gets to hear it again.
Finally Dottore turns away from the musician to look at Pantalone who still seems to be WATCHING. Was he surprised to see Dottore not causing chaos or somewhere he shouldn’t be? ...Probably. Last time he had gone somewhere unauthorized when Pantalone hadn’t been paying attention. Dottore clicks his tongue. “ Are you done then? Can we go? Your POINTLESS insistence on me coming along wasted time I COULD have used for my research you know. “ He says, disregarding the fact he’d stayed right here the whole time as if it was nothing.
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