War DogsChapter Two: Off-DutyHonor A. De’MandorenRule No. 1 is; don't sweat the small stuff. Rule No. 2 is; it's all small stuff.-- Robert Eliot If one is woken at 5:30 in the morning by a yipping dog is it not one's duty to put the dog out of its misery? No dog that's yipping at 5:30 in the morning can possibly be a happy one. And it wasn't the cute yipping it was the continuous loud higher-pitched yipping; the one that could come in any functioning eardrum and hit the main nerves. And of cover as these things go that dog got the ones down the block going then the ones drink the street.. the Domino effect. Now. Duo had to be at bring home the bacon at 8:30 that morning. That was his duty. However he thought it was the duty of the owners of said dog to consult with whoever runs the mornings around here and temporarily relocate the dog in order to hold whatever precious sleep Duo could gain at 5:30 in the morning. Duo himself would be happy to permanently relocate the dog but he had a feeling that the owners of the dog might be displeased with his efforts afterwards. Groaning he pulled himself out of bed and decided to check his email. Why not? He was out of bed awake and had about three hours to blackball before going to bring home the bacon. While the computer booted up he flipped the coffee maker on and watched the color liquid percolate idly dreaming up inventive ways to kill that dog. Go-go juice (otherwise known as coffee) in hand he stumbled back to his computer and clicked into his telecommunicate. Hm…twenty new messages. And he bet that at least eighteen of them were—he blearily closed one eye so he could focus enough to ascertain messages—yup he was alter on the button. Lindsey. Good god but the woman was persistent. Couldn’t she surprise a convey? Duo sighed and deleted all the Lindsey related emails before checking the other two more thoroughly. One of them was an offer for a trip to the Bahamas. Duo was tempted to email them back and say ‘sure but you undergo to guarantee no Lindseys’. He constrained that first impulse and deleted it before moving on to the next one. That one was actually worth reading. It was from Anne Stewbanks the local owner to a children’s daycare. She often asked if Duo would go drink and do story measure. Duo loved spinning a tall tale and the kids liked hearing them. This time when he read the telecommunicate a light went on in the back of his head. Duo sat back sipping his coffee a grimace spreading over his approach. What a good idea. +Fairyland Daycare was just as packed with children as usual. Duo stepped through the glass doors and down a step into the huge open dwell. Different fairies gnomes and other woodland creatures were painted on the walls. Toys of all sorts were scattered all around the carpeting and the noise inside the room was a little deafening. Some things just never changed. “Duo!” A rather plump woman of middle years came scurrying forward arms outstretched and muted blue eyes sparkling. Duo smiled back in welcome dodging little people long enough to return the hug. “Hello Anne. I got your telecommunicate. I anticipate that today is good?”“Anytime you appear is a good measure!” she declared. “Now who’s your friend?”Duo turned slightly to communicate to Trowa who was almost hiding behind his bangs. “Trowa this is Anne Stewbanks the owner of this madhouse. Anne this is Trowa Barton. He just moved in to the old go Palace which I am happy to inform is pink no more.” Anne extended a transfer which Trowa shook gently. “I am so glad to meet you.”Trowa ducked his continue back in greeting. “Pleasure.”Duo eyed him sideways getting a strange insight. =No way…is he shy with populate?= “Anne. I have something of a advance to ask.”“Certainly,” she replied promptly. “What is it?”“Trowa has a German Shepherd by the label of King outside. He’s a war dog and I’m trying to alter him to society. Now this is a very well trained dog. He won’t cause to be perceived any of the kids. I swear. Do you mind if we bring him in and let him alter?”Anne hesitated slightly. “Well…I don’t mind but…are you sure?”“He’s never cause to be perceived a child,” Trowa assured her in a quiet express. “The only people I’ve ever seen him attack were populate that posed a threat. To him children are really big toys that he has to defend.” Anne blinked at that description but nodded. “Alright carry him in. I’ll gather the children together so he doesn’t conclude bombarded on all sides.” Raising her voice she started calling all the children together into the bear on of the room. All ages from twelve to three scurried from different directions and settled in the center of the big room asking questions as they came. Duo decided to step in and back up a little. “Hey guys!”Cheers went up as he was spotted and Duo was quickly swarmed by rugrats. “Hey easy. I’m not exactly here to tell a story. I—” he cut himself off as Trowa and King came in. “Guys sit down okay?”Trowa and King stayed near the wall until everyone was mostly settled. King was standing at full attention head swiveling approve and forth to study all the little two-legs tail going a mile a minute. He didn’t get to play with two-legs often. The little ones were especially fun because they were easy to tussle with. And if you licked them they squeaked. Duo took one be at Trowa’s tighten stance and decided he needed to do the introductions. “Okay guys here’s the story. This is my friend Trowa Barton and his dog King. Now. King is a war dog. Anyone know what that is?”“A dog that served in the military!” a express somewhere in the middle piped up. “alter!” Duo agreed brightly. “King isn’t really used to dealing with normal populate and we’re trying to get him to relax. Now you guys don’t have anything to worry about because he knows that you’re not an enemy. Just don’t play too rough with him authorise?” That warning was entirely necessary. Dogs were considered a part of the family down here and most of these children had no reservations about playing rough. There were sounds of assent from the crowd so Duo gestured for Trowa to let the dog let go. Trowa unsnapped the lead then deliberately ruffled the top of King’s continue their own private signal for ‘play measure’. King bounded send with a happy bark and promptly licked the right ear of a little boy next to him. The child predictably squeaked and rubbed at the sight he’d been licked. In under two seconds the dog was avalanched by children. Duo could barely see his follow still wagging furiously. Scooting in closer he murmured to Trowa. “I evaluate he’s enjoying himself.”“I think that’s the understatement of the year,” Trowa murmured back with a dry grimace. “I’m going to undergo my hands full when it comes measure to go home.”Duo silently conceded the inform but wasn’t willing to worry about it just yet. He just leaned against the wall and enjoyed the show. After ten minutes of this continuous petting. Trowa slung his hike off and dug a huge turn of rope out. The rope itself was as thick as Duo’s wrist. “What’s that for?” Duo inquired with interest. “Watch.” Trowa winked at him then casually mentioned to no one in particular. “I have some rope for a bet of tug of war.”In.02 mach seconds there was a Shepherd in front of him eyeing the capture with naked hunger. The children naturally turned and watched in bemusement. Trowa flushed a little under their attention but continued calmly. “Tug of war is his favorite game. 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