roym
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Post by roym on Apr 2, 2012 8:21:03 GMT -4
It takes alot longer for Rhonda to realize a dog is talking to her, as she's become much of one herself. Trying to find a mirror or shiny surface, the biggest problem is now walking with that damn fifth appendage wagging itself maddeningly behind her. "Just a second.." she lightly admonishes the dog, still searching, hoping the changes are over.
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Post by observer on Apr 2, 2012 15:23:33 GMT -4
It seems that the changes have stopped for the time being, leaving her as a half human, half dog. Searching through the cupboard she was able to find a hand mirror in the back.
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Post by roym on Apr 3, 2012 9:29:41 GMT -4
Rhonda looks herself over with trepidation, though more so she's getting irritated; the new tail of hers is not only still itchy, she can't figure out how to make it stop wagging all the time.
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Post by observer on Apr 3, 2012 14:43:30 GMT -4
As she looked at her tail in the mirror she heard 'clicking' on the tile behind her. She could see the miniature pintcher trotting up and looking a bit sad. "Can I have a treat now? Please..." The small dog whined, hopping on its back legs and looking like it was begging with its front paws.
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Post by roym on Apr 5, 2012 15:25:56 GMT -4
Getting somewhat aggravated, Rhonda tosses a treat the dog's way. Well, she's stuck here and stuck wearing a fur coat for the time being, may as well try not to screw this one up as well. Once she's given the dog a treat and figures out how to walk against the motion of her wagging tail, the dog-maid squints at the clipboard. It's a little harder to read but aside from the lack of color she can still see a bit better than most dogs.
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Post by observer on Apr 6, 2012 13:02:29 GMT -4
The piece of paper on the clipboard had 5 colunms going down the sheet of paper. One was owners name, one was dogs, another was dogs bread, and the final two columns were for in and out times. Looking down the list she found the only miniature pincher signed in was named Shelby and belonged to someone named Bob.
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Post by roym on Apr 11, 2012 14:52:48 GMT -4
"So, Shelby was it?" she asks the tiny dog without really thinking too hard about her actions, looking over the sheet again and again, "how'd you get out of the pin area?"
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Post by observer on Apr 11, 2012 14:59:20 GMT -4
"Some of the dogs were trying to dig out and had me test the hole." Shelby said, looking up at Rhonda happilly. "Then that lady left the door partly open so I pushed it and walked in...My master doesn't like me kicking doors like the humans do on the magic box."
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