06-21-2020, 05:47 PM
#794044[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]It was pretty clear that Tommy favored canine companions over people. With a handful of working dogs and yet another handful of companion pets, he was pretty lucky to be a caretaker so that he could dedicate his days to taking care of the dogs. And, whilst he wasn’t overly sociable, he could strike any conversation up with a dog owner. It was easy; talk about the dog and then continue to get carried away in conversation.
For Tom, it wasn’t hard to get carried away, especially with something that he was so passionate about.
Trotting out of the lodge, he observed curiously with pursed lips as a retriever bounded passed in pursuit of a ball. His gaze shifted towards the owner, observing Harrison for a moment before trotting down the stairs. He couldn’t say that he knew Harrison well. Apparently Frank and Eddie were closer to him and that he was an all right guy; not that Tommy would know. He hadn’t gotten the chance to get to know him yet to be certain.
❝ Is a good dog you got there- ❞ Tommy hummed as he gestured towards Clover. ❝ He’d make a good gundog, y’know. ❞ He didn’t know that the dog was a she, but once he started talking he’d simply not be able to stop. ❝ The prey drive in him is pretty fuckin’ splendid now, isn’t it? ❞
For Tom, it wasn’t hard to get carried away, especially with something that he was so passionate about.
Trotting out of the lodge, he observed curiously with pursed lips as a retriever bounded passed in pursuit of a ball. His gaze shifted towards the owner, observing Harrison for a moment before trotting down the stairs. He couldn’t say that he knew Harrison well. Apparently Frank and Eddie were closer to him and that he was an all right guy; not that Tommy would know. He hadn’t gotten the chance to get to know him yet to be certain.
❝ Is a good dog you got there- ❞ Tommy hummed as he gestured towards Clover. ❝ He’d make a good gundog, y’know. ❞ He didn’t know that the dog was a she, but once he started talking he’d simply not be able to stop. ❝ The prey drive in him is pretty fuckin’ splendid now, isn’t it? ❞
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I'M BURNING BRIDGES, I DESTROY THE MIRAGE
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《 WRITING &. PINTEREST &. SPOTIFY 》
[div style="width: 400px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; font-size: 5pt; line-height: 1; letter-spacing: 2.6px; word-spacing: 1.9px; margin-bottom: 5px;"]ALL VISIONS OF COLLISIONS, FUCKING BON VOYAGE — truce.#1303
《 WRITING &. PINTEREST &. SPOTIFY 》