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Subject: + God of the Hunt +

Author: Herne

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 23:06:15 03/22/04 Mon In reply to: Jordan 's message, "*A.n.g.e.l*" on 17:40:21 03/11/04 Thu "The dog was created specially for children. He is the god of frolic." - Henry Ward Beecher + Two-tone male rushes through the grass, plumed tail waving out behind him, pushing his muzzle thourgh the longer grass in search of the stick, tail wagging as hse calls him to bring the stick, finally clasping it in his jaws he turns to find his mistress, tail pausing it's movement seeing she wasn't where she was previously. White paws carrying the male forward he looks around, ears perking as he caught the sound of his owner's call, a short whine escaping his vocals as he trotted after where he heard her voice quickly reaching the porch he leaps up gracefully, tail lowering as he looks around. Her scent was here, but where was she? Spotting her bent down he rushes over, tail wagging frantically in his triumph of finding her. Dropping the stick he places his muzzle in her face, trying to lick her in greeting and excitement, paws dancing lightly in victory. + (Sorry for my absence, I should be more active but I may not manage to post tomorrow) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject	Author	Date
*A.n.g.e.l*	Jordan	18:06:13 03/24/04 Wed
Gah I'm gonna pass out, I'll reply sometime tommorrow (NT) -- Herne, 00:18:57 03/26/04 Fri + God of the Hunt + -- Herne, 15:02:13 03/29/04 Mon *A.n.g.e.l* -- Jordan, 08:10:29 04/09/04 Fri