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Canidale...

The Junkyard...

Afternoon...

Chevy

The Pit Bull mix tore around the corner of crushed cars, her tongue and ears flapping with every bound. Despite her size, she was only a puppy and still loved to play. Most games unconsciously served some sort of survival need like hunting, but, this one, was purely for fun. She called it 'Chase the Dust' and the object of the game was to outrun the occasional dust devils that would form when the wind whipped through the junkyard.

So far, she was losing. To be fair, it was an extra-windy day, and you just couldn't beat all of them, right? Especially when you were running from one and another appeared before your nose. It was almost unfair, but, being young, Chevy wasn't one to give up. Also, she wasn't one to completely watch where she was going when she was tearing around the junkyard at full-speed. A random pile of old air conditioner cases blocked her path, but she made a split-second decision and, throwing all four legs out, she soared over the small pile. She cleared it (much to her surprise) and looked back laughing.

That was when she crashed into the other dog.

McCallister

McCallister lay on an old mattress in the sun, unsure of this new territory, it was the edge of what seemed like a garbage dump. This wasn't what he considered a luxury for such a handsome dog as himself but it would do. The lanky males tail swept across the broken mattress and across his legs to deter any flies that might accumulate, maybe he could find a rat or two to curb his hunger. Giving his coat a few licks to keep it sleek and tidy McCallister rose up onto long spindly legs. The borzoi opened his narrow maw and let out a lazy yawn before stretching out. It was time for lunch. If he hadn't had such a long

night the crafty male would have snatched himself a quick treat from one of the houses or garbage bins in town... maybe even from the butcher, if they had one.
No matter what the towns dogs were like he would find a way to settle it to his liking, he wasn't one to settle with matters such as these easily. Omphf! McCallister felt a body barrel into him, causing him to skid backwards a bit. He was one hair away from snapping at whatever dog barreled into him. But then he saw her. She looked young and naïve. This would be easy. "Excuse me, but I do believe you owe me some sort of apology." McCallister crooned at the little pit. He smirked inwardly, information. He just had to schmooze it out of her and attacking her wouldn't help. "Having too much fun?" he asked.

Chevy

Chevy blinked as she sat. Who was this? A smirk crossed her muzzle as he spoke. He was funny! There was no such thing as too much fun!

”Nope!” she replied happily. ”I’m havin’ just ‘nuff fun. What you doin’?”

The Great Dane side of her warned her to not be too friendly; her Pit Bull half was all over this new person. A friend! So what if he talked funny? He was interested in what she was doing and not talking baby talk at her. Her tail wagged eagerly. Maybe he would play with her!

McCallister

McCallister groaned inwardly, he was dealing with these dogs. Peering down at the pup he smiled warmly. “That sounds quite fun, but I'm new here and a little unsure of the area could you tell me a bit about this place” he purred a hint of his Russian heritage popping through as borzois originated from Russia. Ugh he hated dealing with pups, they were too bouncy but he had to do what he must and he would not make his disinterest in the pup's antics known. Walking towards the pile of boxes she came over he glanced back at the pup working with some flattery. “Did you clear this?” he mused. “You must be very brave, I would have never tried to leap that” of course he wouldn't he thought inwardly, there was no purpose in him doing that, he had enough practice from scavenging from houses and butcher shops in his old home. He was too serious as a pup. He had no time for games, he was busy looking for a way to get back in with the classy life of a junkyard dog higher in the ranks. He chuckled giddily, what fun it would be too.

Chevy

The tone of his voice was supposed to be ingratiating, but, to Chevy, it came out as patronizing. She frowned deeply and chewed on her forelimb in irritation.

”Don’t take brave t’jump a lil’ thing like that!” she retorted. She gave a little snort for emphasis, then continued, ”But, I am brave--I’m a Junkyard dog, after all!”

Unconsciously, she puffed out her round chest. Though young, she had already started forming a sense of pride about her community. She wasn’t a snooty Puff or some backwards Tonk, and, though they shared some habits, the Junkyard dogs were not Drifs! Part of this pride was knowing that her kind never ran from anything. They were the dogs other dogs feared. And, being a pup, she took any suggestions that she was a coward harder than she should.

She tossed her nose to the pile.”Why don’t you jump it? It’s fun.”

McCallister

The borzoi cringed, he did not want to be caught dead playing with a pup. Let alone she wasn't answering any of his questions which irked him. He smiled sweetly “how about if I jump over it you'll help me out hmmm? I would like to know my way around and learn to understand your ways. This place seems like suitable home for me” glancing back at the pup he sighed looking lost and hoping for help. It was merely a ruse though as he wished to scare the pup for her small attention span, youd think pups would have some sort of respect for their elders

Chevy

Chevy spun in a circle with a bark,”Yes! You gotta jump first, though!”

She inched back, giving the other dog enough space to get a running start. Her jump had been accidental, so she was excited to see if someone else could do it on purpose. She sat down with her tongue lolling and a look of eager expectancy on her face, occasionally looking from the borzoi to the pile of air conditioners and back. This was going to be awesome!

McCallister

McCallister stretched out his leg his eyes closing breifly, he would never live this down if anyone saw… Shaking out his silky coat the sighthound eyed the air conditioners, this would be easy he had cleared six foot fences for his ‘free’ meal. With a lunging gait the borzoi quickly gained speed, the dusty wind ripping through his fur, he would need a bath later. Using his powerful hind legs he vaulted off the ground and almost seemed to fly over the boxes. He landed on the other side, hard. He rolled, his front legs having given out beneath him, his lack of practice had left him unprepared but he got to his feet as quickly as he had fallen. No one would see his failure, he would not fail again. Grinning the proud male leaped over the boxes and back to the pup, forcing his smile into neutrality. “No big deal” a small smirk appeared upon his lips. He wouldn’t admit such a thing but it did feel nice leaping over obstacles when he wasn’t being hunted down.

Chevy

The pup’s mouth dropped open as the Borzoi effortlessly cleared the pile twice. She wouldn’t let him know it, but he had just earned major awesome points in her book. Her tail, however, gave away how impressed she was as it wagged furiously.

”That was so cool!” she barked, her front legs hopping off the ground. Then, remembering what he had said, she sat, nodding, ”Ok, whatcha need help with?”

A dog was only as good as their word in the Junkyard. She’d learned that much so far. Cousins tended to get really angry if you went back on your word or made promises lightly. Honor, the Nurses had called it. Well, Chevy was going to be honorable!

McCallister

McCallister let loose a rare smile “Tell me what you know, what is it like? How is the boss, i need a something to do and my particular skills may interest him” The Borzoi scented the air, as his stomach rumbled he would have to leave the pup to find some food soon. Lying down on his haunches mccallister listened, hoping to gain some sort of knowledge before he entered into the packs depths. Maybe he should enter with the pup. Flicking the flies away with his tail the borzoi studied his paws, he would have to settle in and get used to the customs before he tried anything drastic. “Thank you” he muttered “I’ve not had this much fun since i was a pup.” And what he said was true, he was raised to be princely, not a common dog.

Chevy

Chevy idly scratched behind her ear. What could she tell him? What should she tell him? After all, she wasn’t too sure about most of the stuff the adults had told her; sometimes, she felt like they just told the pups things to keep them from having fun. She shrugged.

”Valentine’s our Boss, with a big ‘B’. He’s white and has a bell on his leg, but you never hear him comin’-! He’s kinda scary,” she admitted. ”Ummm, everybody does something for everybody. Like, if you find food, you gotta bring some back. I usually get me a rat in the morning then get one for the pile after. Lotta adults do a lotta things, and I was told that I would do something one day, too, but no one said what.”

She looked up to the sky with her head on one side. There was more, wasn’t there? The Nurses had explained what the different dogs did, but she had been hungry and tired and hadn’t paid much attention. But, fair was fair, and she felt like she owed the older dog a little more information.

”Don’t bite humans,” she said, nodding firmly. Then, tail resuming its frenetic wag, she smiled, ”Now what? We gonna jump more things? Or we gonna do something more fun?”

McCallister

Mccallister listened intently, he would have to get used to this type of talk. Valentine didn’t seem too scary, he’d been called scary himself, before he disposed of the commentators. Closing his eyes for a long moment he eyed the pup intently. She was kind, he decided. Yet innocent, he would keep her safe, she didn’t deserve what may come. The borzoi suddenly shook his head. He was growing soft, he wouldn’t let himself have a downfall. He could have no connections. He needed no attachments and would keep none. And as soon as the pup looked away for a second, he was gone, a cloud of dust and a whiff of scent the only evidence that he was ever there. Instead of swindling the pup for information, he himself had been swindled of his regal and strict nature...for now

Description

Canidale...

The Junkyard...

Afternoon...

Chevy

The Pit Bull mix tore around the corner of crushed cars, her tongue and ears flapping with every bound. Despite her size, she was only a puppy and still loved to play. Most games unconsciously served some sort of survival need like hunting, but, this one, was purely for fun. She called it 'Chase the Dust' and the object of the game was to outrun the occasional dust devils that would form when the wind whipped through the junkyard.

So far, she was losing. To be fair, it was an extra-windy day, and you just couldn't beat all of them, right? Especially when you were running from one and another appeared before your nose. It was almost unfair, but, being young, Chevy wasn't one to give up. Also, she wasn't one to completely watch where she was going when she was tearing around the junkyard at full-speed. A random pile of old air conditioner cases blocked her path, but she made a split-second decision and, throwing all four legs out, she soared over the small pile. She cleared it (much to her surprise) and looked back laughing.

That was when she crashed into the other dog.

McCallister

McCallister lay on an old mattress in the sun, unsure of this new territory, it was the edge of what seemed like a garbage dump. This wasn't what he considered a luxury for such a handsome dog as himself but it would do. The lanky males tail swept across the broken mattress and across his legs to deter any flies that might accumulate, maybe he could find a rat or two to curb his hunger. Giving his coat a few licks to keep it sleek and tidy McCallister rose up onto long spindly legs. The borzoi opened his narrow maw and let out a lazy yawn before stretching out. It was time for lunch. If he hadn't had such a long

night the crafty male would have snatched himself a quick treat from one of the houses or garbage bins in town... maybe even from the butcher, if they had one.
No matter what the towns dogs were like he would find a way to settle it to his liking, he wasn't one to settle with matters such as these easily. Omphf! McCallister felt a body barrel into him, causing him to skid backwards a bit. He was one hair away from snapping at whatever dog barreled into him. But then he saw her. She looked young and naïve. This would be easy. "Excuse me, but I do believe you owe me some sort of apology." McCallister crooned at the little pit. He smirked inwardly, information. He just had to schmooze it out of her and attacking her wouldn't help. "Having too much fun?" he asked.

Chevy

Chevy blinked as she sat. Who was this? A smirk crossed her muzzle as he spoke. He was funny! There was no such thing as too much fun!

”Nope!” she replied happily. ”I’m havin’ just ‘nuff fun. What you doin’?”

The Great Dane side of her warned her to not be too friendly; her Pit Bull half was all over this new person. A friend! So what if he talked funny? He was interested in what she was doing and not talking baby talk at her. Her tail wagged eagerly. Maybe he would play with her!

McCallister

McCallister groaned inwardly, he was dealing with these dogs. Peering down at the pup he smiled warmly. “That sounds quite fun, but I'm new here and a little unsure of the area could you tell me a bit about this place” he purred a hint of his Russian heritage popping through as borzois originated from Russia. Ugh he hated dealing with pups, they were too bouncy but he had to do what he must and he would not make his disinterest in the pup's antics known. Walking towards the pile of boxes she came over he glanced back at the pup working with some flattery. “Did you clear this?” he mused. “You must be very brave, I would have never tried to leap that” of course he wouldn't he thought inwardly, there was no purpose in him doing that, he had enough practice from scavenging from houses and butcher shops in his old home. He was too serious as a pup. He had no time for games, he was busy looking for a way to get back in with the classy life of a junkyard dog higher in the ranks. He chuckled giddily, what fun it would be too.

Chevy

The tone of his voice was supposed to be ingratiating, but, to Chevy, it came out as patronizing. She frowned deeply and chewed on her forelimb in irritation.

”Don’t take brave t’jump a lil’ thing like that!” she retorted. She gave a little snort for emphasis, then continued, ”But, I am brave--I’m a Junkyard dog, after all!”

Unconsciously, she puffed out her round chest. Though young, she had already started forming a sense of pride about her community. She wasn’t a snooty Puff or some backwards Tonk, and, though they shared some habits, the Junkyard dogs were not Drifs! Part of this pride was knowing that her kind never ran from anything. They were the dogs other dogs feared. And, being a pup, she took any suggestions that she was a coward harder than she should.

She tossed her nose to the pile.”Why don’t you jump it? It’s fun.”

McCallister

The borzoi cringed, he did not want to be caught dead playing with a pup. Let alone she wasn't answering any of his questions which irked him. He smiled sweetly “how about if I jump over it you'll help me out hmmm? I would like to know my way around and learn to understand your ways. This place seems like suitable home for me” glancing back at the pup he sighed looking lost and hoping for help. It was merely a ruse though as he wished to scare the pup for her small attention span, youd think pups would have some sort of respect for their elders

Chevy

Chevy spun in a circle with a bark,”Yes! You gotta jump first, though!”

She inched back, giving the other dog enough space to get a running start. Her jump had been accidental, so she was excited to see if someone else could do it on purpose. She sat down with her tongue lolling and a look of eager expectancy on her face, occasionally looking from the borzoi to the pile of air conditioners and back. This was going to be awesome!

McCallister

McCallister stretched out his leg his eyes closing breifly, he would never live this down if anyone saw… Shaking out his silky coat the sighthound eyed the air conditioners, this would be easy he had cleared six foot fences for his ‘free’ meal. With a lunging gait the borzoi quickly gained speed, the dusty wind ripping through his fur, he would need a bath later. Using his powerful hind legs he vaulted off the ground and almost seemed to fly over the boxes. He landed on the other side, hard. He rolled, his front legs having given out beneath him, his lack of practice had left him unprepared but he got to his feet as quickly as he had fallen. No one would see his failure, he would not fail again. Grinning the proud male leaped over the boxes and back to the pup, forcing his smile into neutrality. “No big deal” a small smirk appeared upon his lips. He wouldn’t admit such a thing but it did feel nice leaping over obstacles when he wasn’t being hunted down.

Chevy

The pup’s mouth dropped open as the Borzoi effortlessly cleared the pile twice. She wouldn’t let him know it, but he had just earned major awesome points in her book. Her tail, however, gave away how impressed she was as it wagged furiously.

”That was so cool!” she barked, her front legs hopping off the ground. Then, remembering what he had said, she sat, nodding, ”Ok, whatcha need help with?”

A dog was only as good as their word in the Junkyard. She’d learned that much so far. Cousins tended to get really angry if you went back on your word or made promises lightly. Honor, the Nurses had called it. Well, Chevy was going to be honorable!

McCallister

McCallister let loose a rare smile “Tell me what you know, what is it like? How is the boss, i need a something to do and my particular skills may interest him” The Borzoi scented the air, as his stomach rumbled he would have to leave the pup to find some food soon. Lying down on his haunches mccallister listened, hoping to gain some sort of knowledge before he entered into the packs depths. Maybe he should enter with the pup. Flicking the flies away with his tail the borzoi studied his paws, he would have to settle in and get used to the customs before he tried anything drastic. “Thank you” he muttered “I’ve not had this much fun since i was a pup.” And what he said was true, he was raised to be princely, not a common dog.

Chevy

Chevy idly scratched behind her ear. What could she tell him? What should she tell him? After all, she wasn’t too sure about most of the stuff the adults had told her; sometimes, she felt like they just told the pups things to keep them from having fun. She shrugged.

”Valentine’s our Boss, with a big ‘B’. He’s white and has a bell on his leg, but you never hear him comin’-! He’s kinda scary,” she admitted. ”Ummm, everybody does something for everybody. Like, if you find food, you gotta bring some back. I usually get me a rat in the morning then get one for the pile after. Lotta adults do a lotta things, and I was told that I would do something one day, too, but no one said what.”

She looked up to the sky with her head on one side. There was more, wasn’t there? The Nurses had explained what the different dogs did, but she had been hungry and tired and hadn’t paid much attention. But, fair was fair, and she felt like she owed the older dog a little more information.

”Don’t bite humans,” she said, nodding firmly. Then, tail resuming its frenetic wag, she smiled, ”Now what? We gonna jump more things? Or we gonna do something more fun?”

McCallister

Mccallister listened intently, he would have to get used to this type of talk. Valentine didn’t seem too scary, he’d been called scary himself, before he disposed of the commentators. Closing his eyes for a long moment he eyed the pup intently. She was kind, he decided. Yet innocent, he would keep her safe, she didn’t deserve what may come. The borzoi suddenly shook his head. He was growing soft, he wouldn’t let himself have a downfall. He could have no connections. He needed no attachments and would keep none. And as soon as the pup looked away for a second, he was gone, a cloud of dust and a whiff of scent the only evidence that he was ever there. Instead of swindling the pup for information, he himself had been swindled of his regal and strict nature...for now