It was late at night, and the humans were sleeping. Ser Pounce-a-Lot saw his chance.
The humans insisted that these mabari hounds were smarter than your average dog, but Pounce knew better. More accurately, he knew that this Dog was still dumber than he was, and certainly smellier. Pounce could not stand the smell of Dog, especially when it had that... stuff on its eyebrows.
Pounce knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he left the warm cuddly human behind and crept out of the tent. With silent paws, he crossed the campsite to where Dog was sleeping by the fire.
At last, he would have his chance to assert dominance over this Dog as well as resolve this troublesome stench issue. So silently, Pounce approached Dog and eyed the not-human-blood-goop in the fur above its eye. As he neared, he could smell it again. Ugh! Dog was disgusting! Pounce would have to take care of him, since dogs could clearly not take care of themselves.
He leaned forward and braced himself for what was to come. One, two, three, four swipes of his tongue and the foulness was gone. Pounce's stomach churned at what he was tasting, and he crept off to the side and, as silently as possible, hacked up a hairball to get rid of the smell and the taste of whatever he had just cleaned off of Dog's head. The things he had to put up with!
Pounce turned to glare at Dog one last time, and noticed that the creature's eyes were open. He narrowed his eyes, making his glare even more withering.
Dog just exhaled a short whine. Thank you.
Pounce twitched his whiskers. Someone had to do it. He stepped forward and sniffed at Dog's ears, just to make sure he had gotten to all the stench--
"RRRRRRYYYOOWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" Pounce found himself exclaiming as wet, cold, slimy mabari tongue made contact with his back legs. "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSS," Pounce added before turning and fleeing back to the tent with his warm cuddly understanding human.
He barreled into the tent, not caring about flaps or decorum, and submerged himself under the blanket where his human was napping. Safe in hiding, he could now commence the ritual cleaning, rolling onto his side and setting to the horrific task of removing mabari slobber from his precious fur.
"Pounce," said his human sleepily, "what is your issue?"
Indignant, Pounce reached out a single claw and poked his human in his bare, fleshy arm. That would teach the human to question his cleaning ritual. Sigh. It was difficult being the only intelligent creature in this rag-tag pack.
Dog/Ser Pounce-a-Lot, G
The humans insisted that these mabari hounds were smarter than your average dog, but Pounce knew better. More accurately, he knew that this Dog was still dumber than he was, and certainly smellier. Pounce could not stand the smell of Dog, especially when it had that... stuff on its eyebrows.
Pounce knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he left the warm cuddly human behind and crept out of the tent. With silent paws, he crossed the campsite to where Dog was sleeping by the fire.
At last, he would have his chance to assert dominance over this Dog as well as resolve this troublesome stench issue. So silently, Pounce approached Dog and eyed the not-human-blood-goop in the fur above its eye. As he neared, he could smell it again. Ugh! Dog was disgusting! Pounce would have to take care of him, since dogs could clearly not take care of themselves.
He leaned forward and braced himself for what was to come. One, two, three, four swipes of his tongue and the foulness was gone. Pounce's stomach churned at what he was tasting, and he crept off to the side and, as silently as possible, hacked up a hairball to get rid of the smell and the taste of whatever he had just cleaned off of Dog's head. The things he had to put up with!
Pounce turned to glare at Dog one last time, and noticed that the creature's eyes were open. He narrowed his eyes, making his glare even more withering.
Dog just exhaled a short whine. Thank you.
Pounce twitched his whiskers. Someone had to do it. He stepped forward and sniffed at Dog's ears, just to make sure he had gotten to all the stench--
"RRRRRRYYYOOWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" Pounce found himself exclaiming as wet, cold, slimy mabari tongue made contact with his back legs. "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSSSSSSSSSS," Pounce added before turning and fleeing back to the tent with his warm cuddly understanding human.
He barreled into the tent, not caring about flaps or decorum, and submerged himself under the blanket where his human was napping. Safe in hiding, he could now commence the ritual cleaning, rolling onto his side and setting to the horrific task of removing mabari slobber from his precious fur.
"Pounce," said his human sleepily, "what is your issue?"
Indignant, Pounce reached out a single claw and poked his human in his bare, fleshy arm. That would teach the human to question his cleaning ritual. Sigh. It was difficult being the only intelligent creature in this rag-tag pack.