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[workaphilic]

[Sherlock has been keeping to himself. Experiments to run, theories to test, thoughts to be had. He knows how to keep himself busy when it's necessary.

Unfortunately, his new hermit lifestyle doesn't agree well with the high-energy, high-maintenance puppy that's been passed down to him. Walking Gladstone around the flat doesn't seem to be cutting it, and he has no concept of what to do to make it better.

So predictably, when the journal opens, it does so to absolute chaos.

It must have fallen or been thrown, because it catches the tail-end of a BANG. There's a far off groan of frustration, followed by the much-closer snuffling of a dog that's found something new to investigate.]

Stop it. Stop-- [There's a series of small yips as Sherlock stoops to pick the journal up off the floor...

... Followed by an awkward pause while he debates between slamming it shut for the sake of his dignity, and asking for the help he clearly needs.

Well, the castle's heard the worst part already, and he is desperate. He clears his throat.]

My dog [the words sound stilted even as they come out of his mouth, but he presses on like what he's about to say isn't patently ridiculous] has been... energetic, lately. Too much. Walking isn't enough, apparently, and since I'm not about to let him loose through the hallways, I need someone with a dog approximately the same size and age to give him something to do.

Bloodhound, three months. Let me know.

[And the journal shuts, dignity only mostly damaged.]

Comments

[ino]

You have a dog?

[workaphilic]

That's what I said, isn't it?

[Gladstone yips in the background. They're an interesting pair, at least....]

[ino]

You just don't seem the type.

[workaphilic]

I didn't have a choice. The castle was in a giving mood.

[wolfchild]

I look after a friend's three dogs. I can handle a pup.

[workaphilic]

Congratulations. Unless you're offering up your friend's dogs for the afternoon, I'm not interested.

[Digging in his heels a bit, yes. He doesn't want anyone to get the wrong ideas about his ownership of this dog.]

[wolfchild]

Fine.

[ Like she gives a fuck. ]

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[polar]

I've got something a little bigger. Would that still work?

[A little bigger she says. She has no idea what a bloodhound is.]

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[workaphilic]

That depends on your definition of bigger.

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[polar]

Do you want the help or not?

[schrodingersghost]

Cujo is that size most of the time? Don't know how he'd do with another dog, though.

[workaphilic]

Run, bite each other, what else do dogs do?

[schrodingersghost]

...Uproot trees, destroy moving vans and wreck government security systems?

this is the worst idea ever sob

[heirofficium]

I might have something, if he doesn't mind a dog that smells human.

[ What can he say, it's confused dogs before ]

or the best??

[workaphilic]

He isn't picky.

yeah kinda the best?? sherlock's going to hate him though omg

[heirofficium]

You don't say.

When can I meet him?

[ Sirius that is not how you word that ]

[onlyanapple]

That depends on your definition of 'something to do'.

[workaphilic]

Running, playing, I don't care. Something that will get him to be quiet for a while. Bonus points if sleep is involved.

[onlyanapple]

Sounds like you need to get him a lady dog.

[songsandstories]

I have a direwolf, ser, though she's a bit older. She is still a pup. [Though most dogs are frightened of the beasts.]

Though I am not sure if she will take to Lady.

[workaphilic]

As long as your wolf isn't inclined to eating smaller dogs, I don't think that will be a problem.

[songsandstories]

Lady is mostly gentle. She is still a wolf, but I've never seen her not docile.

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[ensorceler]

Are you certain you do not simply wish to sell him?

[workaphilic]

[His response is immediate, even with Gladstone barking in the background.]

I'm certain.

[welp.]

[ensorceler]

You waste no time for a dog that seems to agitate you.