"Dogs." He knew quite a bit about dogs, his father had kept them. Of course, his father's dogs had been trained for different purposes, and those had been part wolf. These were guard dogs, and they didn't know him.
It was time to make a good impression on his new unit. "Bring on the dogs," He muttered to himself, heading over for the dog yard in what was suppose to be a determined, dramatic stride.
The effect was ruined when he nearly tripped over a something in the snow. Not that his slightly drunken swaying had been very dramatic to begin with, but there was no denying his determination.
He paused outside the dog yard, staring to see if he could figure out which one of the little dog houses his boots were in. After identifying a likely target Vladislav carefully opened the door to the dog yard.
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Date: 2006-09-09 06:56 pm (UTC)It was time to make a good impression on his new unit. "Bring on the dogs," He muttered to himself, heading over for the dog yard in what was suppose to be a determined, dramatic stride.
The effect was ruined when he nearly tripped over a something in the snow. Not that his slightly drunken swaying had been very dramatic to begin with, but there was no denying his determination.
He paused outside the dog yard, staring to see if he could figure out which one of the little dog houses his boots were in. After identifying a likely target Vladislav carefully opened the door to the dog yard.
Hopefully the dog hadn't chewed on his boots.