Good eye, Richard praises. Dam, scout the area. The Doberman bounds ahead, eager to put his training to use.
Of course, he explores the trees himself once they get there, sniffing for anything out of place. There's nothing, naturally. They're years before there ever will be.
He circles round to bump River. How are you doing?
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Date: 2009-05-31 07:25 am (UTC)Of course, he explores the trees himself once they get there, sniffing for anything out of place. There's nothing, naturally. They're years before there ever will be.
He circles round to bump River. How are you doing?