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 Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:37 am
Natsiya hadn't wanted to go to the park, but like so many things in life, the choice was not up to her. The fact of the matter was that if she wanted to be a sled dog when she grew up, she had to learn to socialize better, and this meant interacting with other dogs.
The car ride over had been long (but bearable, what with being allowed to stick her head out the window and all) but in all honesty Natsiya wasn't pleased. She would have liked to stay put in the warm car, curled up in the seat for a nice nap, but a word from her human had her leaping from the makeshift throne, and working her short puppy legs quickly to keep up with him. Darn it all! Look at this place, it was so, so...mundane.
She hugged close to her human's legs, head low and tail still as she warily surveyed all the other dogs running about, playing, and getting into dirt and trouble. All of this was foreign and undesirable to Natsiya (save the running, she did so like running) but the casual and friendly nature in which they did all of this was strange; and that was precisely the reason her human had brought her here.
"Go on, play," her human encouraged, nudging her rump with his foot. Natsiya stared back with intelligent desperation as she tried to say 'please don't make me'. This changed however when he brought the tennis ball from his pocket, and Natsiya's attentions immediately latched onto it. She may have been intelligent for her age, but she still had a puppy's energy and attention span, and that ball looked really good right then. So naturally when her human threw it she forgot all about her reservations and went charging after it, tail wagging excitedly.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 12:35 pm
 Wiley loved park days. Walks and games of fetch in the backyard were all well and good, but nothing could compare with the excitement and fun that could be had in the park. The only problem was finding someone else to play with. His male human and his father were always at work on park days, and his mother and female human didn't like playing. But even when he couldn't find a playmate, a good run was a nice alternate. Today, however, he was determined to get some REAL playing in.
His blue eyes scanned the green grass, running over each dog. They all seemed occupied with their own fun, and Wiley didn't feel brave enough to go up to them and ask to join. It didn't take too long for his eyes to lock onto something that every dog knows to look out for: a tennis ball. Wiley perked up, tongue slipping out of his mouth. There was the ball, sailing through the air. His puppy instinct told him to chase it, and so he did.
Wiley scrambled into a run, barking excitedly. With his eyes fixed on the ball, he failed to notice the other pup running after it. He didn't even stop to realize that this was not his ball, and therefore not his game. But the green fuzzy object was just too enticing for him to resist. Wiley leaped into the air and grabbed it in his mouth. The pup landed clumsily on the ground, shaking the tennis ball back and forth.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 7:48 am
Natsiya had been so focused on the ball she hadn't seen Wiley coming, and nearly ran into him. Hey! That was her ball! Her lip quivered, threatening to pull up into a full blown snarl as she eyed him warily. She had every intention of biting him if he didn't give her ball back right now. Oh, but wait, the whole point of coming here was to learn to be nice, not to bite other dogs. She quickly glanced over her shoulder to see her human give her a reassuring wave before she looked back to Wiley.
"That's Mine," she said simply but without aggression. She would have gone on to offer to let him play with it, but that struck a cord somewhere. The sledding dog in her told her to be selfish, possessive of everything as a survival instinct, but on a conscious level she also realized this tennis ball had very little significance. What to do?
Her tail was still and her ears pressed forward as she concentrated on the ball, her gazing flicking between this stranger and her toy.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 8:12 am
Wiley turned to the other shepherd that approached him. Maybe she wanted to play with him and his new toy. That would be so fun! After all, it had been a rather boring and disappointing day for him. His leg muscles tensed, ready to dip into a playbow when, "That's mine."
Wiley nearly dropped the ball. His body shrunk in on itself, ears back and tail hanging low. He had stolen someone else's ball. STOLEN, as in a committed a crime. Embarrassment and mortification swept over him like a tidal whine, producing a small whine emitting from his throat. Wiley wanted to just curl up and die. Wait until his father heard about this. He would be so disappointed with Wiley!
The pup sniffed and crept forward slowly, sticking as close to the ground as possible. He dropped the ball at the other dog's feet and then quickly skittered away. "I'm sorry." Wiley mumbled, refusing to look at the girl. "I didn't mean to steal your ball." He shuffled his large brown paws, stealing quick glances up at the stranger to see what her reaction would be.
OOC: BAAAAAW. I ruff my rittle Wiley. -squishes- Just imagine his big sad eyes. Baaaaaaaaaaaaaw.
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 2:04 pm
}~{He is ridiculously adorable fo sho' <3}~{
If dogs could properly make a 'wtf' face, than that would be exactly what Natsiya's expression would look like. Here she had been prepared for a scuffle over her toy, and now he was acting submissive as all get out and practically throwing himself at her feet. What a pansy. Where she more vocal she might have offered him the advice of 'manning up' or some other such thing, but she kept such a comment to herself. It was unnecessary and she knew it.
Knowing her human was watching her though was a fair motivator to be nice, as well as the fact that he looked rather...pathetic and grovel-y and whatnot. The idea of 'stolen' was not something Natsiya thought about often; her world was more dominated by the philosophy of 'might makes right', but if this strange sheperd wanted to obey more human philosophies that was fine with her. It would probably make getting along easier, anyway.
"You can play with it, if you want," she offered finally, nosing the ball so it rolled towards him.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 5:05 pm
Wiley watched the ball roll to his feet. Another dog had given up its tennis ball, one of the most important possessions of the average domestic puppy. His eyes widened at the green fuzzy sphere resting between paws. It was an amazing gift, one that Wiley simply couldn't accept. It just wouldn't be right. But on the other hand, his father had told him that refusing gifts was rude. Wiley was too young to understand why, but if his father had said so then it must be right.
Now the question was how to find a compromise. Compromising was an essential skill that every police dog must have. The pup racked his brain, trying to find an answer to the problem put in front of him. He placed his paw on the ball and gently rolled it back and forth. It was then that the epiphany struck. Wiley bent down low and whacked the ball with his paw, sending it flying back at the other pup. "Let's play with it together!" He suggested, butt wiggling up in the air.
OMG. TENNIS BALL. SOOO SERIOUS.
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