04-26-2018, 03:35 AM
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[div style="text-align: justify; width:490px;font-size:9.2pt; line-height:1.4"]Ellie had never owned a pet as a child. She couldn't say that insects necessarily counted as pets, especially when she always released them in ample time after making observations, and she supposed it was for the better that she hadn't been given a dog or a cat. She had no doubt that either would eventually accidentally interrupt her parents, and they didn't take kindly to distractions, something she learned early on, but where they had leniency for their child, Ellie wasn't entirely certain they would have given the same clemency to an animal not under their responsibility. Possibly. She could only guess at the motivations of her parents, and at how they would react in certain circumstances, especially those which she imagined would have favorable results. Those clearly had a personal bias on her part, a hankering for approval from the adult figures in her life, though these days she had long accepted there was little to do for it, and that it was a better use of her time to simply move on. Nonetheless, despite her uncertainties about her childhood, having so many dogs around now made her wonder if she would have been less lonely then. They were steadfast, dependable, loveable, and adorable- sometimes their enthusiasm was a lot to handle, but Ellie enjoyed that.
The same way she enjoyed attempting to bathe an incredibly large ball of fur who couldn't resist an opportunity to get her wet. She had prepared for that of course, with towels laid under the tub not quite big enough for Piggles, though she hadn't anticipated how much water would end up outside and/or on her. Piggles seemed pleased with himself, at least, wagging his tail and splashing more water everywhere, even as some of his fur dangled in his eyes. Laughing, breathless from her attempts to wrestle him into stillness, Ellie slid a bit on the towels as she tried to get her knees beneath her. She held the edge of the tub for support with one hand and went back to scrubbing Piggles with the other, which didn't last long because he'd decided he was finished. Jumping out of the tub, he sprayed Ellie once again with water as he shook it off, and she hastily threw a towel over him, clinging to his back to keep him from leaving because it didn't seem like the best idea to let a wet dog wander around when it was cold.
"Piggles, please." She really hadn't expected cleaning a dog to be this difficult.
[div style="text-align: justify; width:490px;font-size:9.2pt; line-height:1.4"]Ellie had never owned a pet as a child. She couldn't say that insects necessarily counted as pets, especially when she always released them in ample time after making observations, and she supposed it was for the better that she hadn't been given a dog or a cat. She had no doubt that either would eventually accidentally interrupt her parents, and they didn't take kindly to distractions, something she learned early on, but where they had leniency for their child, Ellie wasn't entirely certain they would have given the same clemency to an animal not under their responsibility. Possibly. She could only guess at the motivations of her parents, and at how they would react in certain circumstances, especially those which she imagined would have favorable results. Those clearly had a personal bias on her part, a hankering for approval from the adult figures in her life, though these days she had long accepted there was little to do for it, and that it was a better use of her time to simply move on. Nonetheless, despite her uncertainties about her childhood, having so many dogs around now made her wonder if she would have been less lonely then. They were steadfast, dependable, loveable, and adorable- sometimes their enthusiasm was a lot to handle, but Ellie enjoyed that.
The same way she enjoyed attempting to bathe an incredibly large ball of fur who couldn't resist an opportunity to get her wet. She had prepared for that of course, with towels laid under the tub not quite big enough for Piggles, though she hadn't anticipated how much water would end up outside and/or on her. Piggles seemed pleased with himself, at least, wagging his tail and splashing more water everywhere, even as some of his fur dangled in his eyes. Laughing, breathless from her attempts to wrestle him into stillness, Ellie slid a bit on the towels as she tried to get her knees beneath her. She held the edge of the tub for support with one hand and went back to scrubbing Piggles with the other, which didn't last long because he'd decided he was finished. Jumping out of the tub, he sprayed Ellie once again with water as he shook it off, and she hastily threw a towel over him, clinging to his back to keep him from leaving because it didn't seem like the best idea to let a wet dog wander around when it was cold.
"Piggles, please." She really hadn't expected cleaning a dog to be this difficult.
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TAKE AN ANGEL BY THE WINGS
[size=13pt]BEG HER NOW FOR ANYTHING
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TAKE AN ANGEL BY THE WINGS
[size=13pt]BEG HER NOW FOR ANYTHING