07-09-2020, 07:55 PM
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— as tom crouched down, clover seemed more than happy to see the chance of affection. scuttling closer, low to the ground, she eventually flopped onto her side, stomach showing and desperate for pets. harrison smiled gently to himself, shaking his head. “don’t let that get to your head,” he mused, gesturing towards the attention-loving retriever. “she’s like that with anyone.” still, usually if someone was good enough for clover to approve of - even if it was just about everyone - then usually that meant they had harrison’s approval as well.
shifting his weight after handing the tennis ball off to tommy, he watched as clover promptly dashed after the lobbed toy. he looked at tom with intrigue, attentive to the words that tom said as he went on about the dogs in flintlock. even if harrison hadn’t seen too much of the man himself, it seemed like the other man was rather notorious for his pack of dogs and all he had done for the lodge because of it.
“i got many of ‘em, and i’d rescue more if given the chance, yeah.” harrison hummed in pleasant surprise, brows raising as he crouched down to pluck the ball from clover’s mouth. “i don’t know how you do it,” he remarked, scratching the top of clover’s head fondly. “i can barely take care of the one, let alone a whole pack of them.” not that clover was a bit of a handful. perhaps back when she was just a puppy, it had been hard to keep her entertained or focused enough to train her. it seemed like all of the hard work had paid off, though.
— as tom crouched down, clover seemed more than happy to see the chance of affection. scuttling closer, low to the ground, she eventually flopped onto her side, stomach showing and desperate for pets. harrison smiled gently to himself, shaking his head. “don’t let that get to your head,” he mused, gesturing towards the attention-loving retriever. “she’s like that with anyone.” still, usually if someone was good enough for clover to approve of - even if it was just about everyone - then usually that meant they had harrison’s approval as well.
shifting his weight after handing the tennis ball off to tommy, he watched as clover promptly dashed after the lobbed toy. he looked at tom with intrigue, attentive to the words that tom said as he went on about the dogs in flintlock. even if harrison hadn’t seen too much of the man himself, it seemed like the other man was rather notorious for his pack of dogs and all he had done for the lodge because of it.
“i got many of ‘em, and i’d rescue more if given the chance, yeah.” harrison hummed in pleasant surprise, brows raising as he crouched down to pluck the ball from clover’s mouth. “i don’t know how you do it,” he remarked, scratching the top of clover’s head fondly. “i can barely take care of the one, let alone a whole pack of them.” not that clover was a bit of a handful. perhaps back when she was just a puppy, it had been hard to keep her entertained or focused enough to train her. it seemed like all of the hard work had paid off, though.