~Survive The City!~ A Stray Dog RP

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Swampson had heard the earlier alert, humans talking back and forth on their odd little boxes in urgent tones. Must’a been more ornery strays, figured the old dog. He eventually dozed off again.

Now, they were arriving. Swampson could tell by the rumbling of trucks outside the door of the office. He looked up groggily, blinking slowly at the door before climbing to his feet. My, was his arthritis acting up! He groaned and stretched, then shook off, stiffly walking toward the door. It was time for him to see the new arrivals and give them a stern talking to.

The door had a lever-like knob with a bandana tied to it, convenient for an old dog to open it if he wanted to head out without bothering the humans. In one swift movement, he reached up and pulled the bandana, releasing the door. Still feeling stiff, and not appreciating the seasonally cold air, he slipped through the door and winced at the brightness of the daylight outside. He was just in time to watch the last dog get led into the kennel building.

He approached the kennel building and entered through the door that had been left ajar, thinking better of it and dragging the door closed behind him. He passed the rows of dogs without sparing them a glance until he reached the man with the clipboard. There, he turned and sat, eying the new dogs contemptuously, a grumpy frown on his maw as he did.

At first, he was silent. But these dogs were determined to carry on and disrupt the work being done around them. Enough was enough. "Aw, just stow it and settle in, the lot of ya!" he barked, giving them all harsh looks.
 
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Swampson had heard the earlier alert, humans talking back and forth on their odd little boxes in urgent tones. Must’a been more ornery strays, figured the old dog. He eventually dozed off again.

Now, they were arriving. Swampson could tell by the rumbling of trucks outside the door of the office. He looked up groggily, blinking slowly at the door before climbing to his feet. My, was his arthritis acting up! He groaned and stretched, then shook off, stiffly walking toward the door. It was time for him to see the new arrivals and give them a stern talking to.

The door had a lever-like knob with a bandana tied to it, convenient for an old dog to open it if he wanted to head out without bothering the humans. In one swift movement, he reached up and pulled the bandana, releasing the door. Still feeling stiff, and not appreciating the seasonally cold air, he slipped through the door and winced at the brightness of the daylight outside. He was just in time to watch the last dog get led into the kennel building.

He approached the kennel building and entered through the door that had been left ajar, thinking better of it and dragging the door closed behind him. He passed the rows of dogs without sparing them a glance until he reached the man with the clipboard. There, he turned and sat, eying the new dogs contemptuously, a grumpy frown on his maw as he did.

At first, he was silent. But these dogs were determined to carry on and disrupt the work being done around them. Enough was enough. "Aw, just stow it and settle in, the lot of ya!" he barked, giving them all harsh looks.
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Mutt gave him a dirty look, hiding half of his face with the blanket.
 
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