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Post by wes on Jan 20, 2011 14:13:57 GMT -5
"C'mon, Canuck!" called out Wesley Domaszewski... closely followed by a frown. "Canuck!" "He's stuck in the linen basket!" he heard his mom call back. "I can hear him in the utility room... again." Wes muttered beneath his breath and went to rescue his playful beagle pup. "Hey fella, wanna go for a walk?" Canuck yapped up at Wesley. "Take that to be a yes," he added with a grin. Minutes later the pair were heading out and along Ocean Avenue, towards the sea front. At his side Canuck came close to running to keep up with Wes's long stride. What he hoped to find to do once he reached his destination remained a mystery but surely he'd be able to see someone he knew... wouldn't he? Unlikely, he had to admit, as he could count the people he knew in town on the fingers of just the one hand... and he wouldn't need to include his thumb! If he DID strike it lucky Wesley was determined to convince that person to do something fun this evening... again, precisely what was unknown. -- Meet Canuck:  |
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Post by Sawyer Lee James on Jan 20, 2011 15:18:56 GMT -5
"Willow! Do you mind driving me over to the beach! I wanna go to the beach!" Sawyer hollered at the top of her voice to her sister upstairs only to find Willow turning the corner from the kitchen. "I'm right here silly. And you're running in that?"
Sawyer looked down at her lime green sleeveless hoodie over a peach and purple t-shirt with light blue sweatpants and her black running shoes. She was, obviously, mismatched but they were comfortable and that's what people needed when they were running anyway. Comfort.
"What's wrong with-" Sawyer started but Willow held up an indignant hand before snatching her car keys and gesturing for Sawyer to follow. "I'm dropping you off like a quarter mile from the beach because people I know go there and I do not want them to know that my sister is a big ball of nuts in that." She gestured to all of Sawyer as they climbed into the car and drove.
Willow didn't even let Sawyer change the channel to the radio and the redhead had to hear some screechy girl singing about a love lost over a guitar. Or something.
Sawyer didn't even have time to close the door as Willow peeled away from the tarmac and the sophomore shrugged off her sister's weirdness. The redhead stuffed her earphones in and started to warm up for her run.
Once she started running, everything was blocked out. She knew she wasn't supposed to be running in the evening but she never manages to wake up too early for runs so she decided that the best time to do it was in the evening after school when the beach was bustling with people. She loved people and loved watching them, which usually resulted in multiple injuries as she smacked into people a whole lot.
"Oh! Living on a prayer!" stumbled from her lips, startling the old bald dude sporting a tan line as orange as fake cheese. Sawyer held a hand up in apology to the man only to miss a step in her run, tumbling over to the ground right in front of a beagle who came over, sniffing her all over. "Ow..." Sawyer mumbled as she pushed herself off the ground. "Hi little dude." She grinned as she checked all over her to see if she had any scrapes or not. Thankfully she was scar free save the heels of her palms that were raw and red.
"Little dude, who do you belong to?" She picked up the puppy and let it lick her.
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Post by wes on Jan 21, 2011 4:05:46 GMT -5
He'd only loosened Canuck's collar so that he could untangle his leash. Not even enough space to slip a couple of fingers inside so how in hell had the mutt wriggled free. "Shoulda called him freakin' Houdini," Wesley muttered before taking off after the puppy.
Canuck, for his part, was having a ball. He took off at to speed with that characteristic bouncing gait common, it seemed, to young puppies the world over. It looked ludicrous when couple with his short legs and over-sized ears... not that his owner was laughing right now.
"Canuck! Wait up!" he shouted. That seemed to egg the beagle on, assuming this to be part of some grand old game of chase. Wes paused to momentarily apologise to the little girl who was sobbing her heart out. He thrust a couple of dollars at her mom to buy her a new ice cream cone. Canuck had better have enjoyed the mouthful he'd just stolen.
Wesley ran on... and finally managed to catch up with his dog but only thanks to the fact that a girl had caught him. Canuck was currently swiping his ice-cream laden tongue across the girl's chin.
"Did he knock you down?" he asked in concern as he dropped into a crouch. "Hell, I am SO sorry! He's like a tram off its rails when he gets loose. Are you hurt? Man, I can't apologise enough!"
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Post by Sawyer Lee James on Jan 21, 2011 12:51:12 GMT -5
Sawyer placed the beagle in the space between her outstretched legs. He was an energetic one! She continued playing with the little puppy, her pain momentarily forgotten. When the older boy bounded up to her, all apologetic, Sawyer looked up and grinned. "Aw naw, the little guy was licking my wounds." She grinned, chuckling as she scratched the puppy behind his ears, something he obviously liked.
"Please, seriously don't apologise. He didn't do anything wrong. It was all on me man." Sawyer reassured the older boy who looked vaguely familiar. School maybe? Maybe. The dog went back to his owner, circling the tall boy's feet. "He's so cute." Sawyer pushed up, brushing herself off as she regained her balance.
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Post by wes on Jan 22, 2011 5:49:46 GMT -5
"Little bugger slipped his collar," Wesley told the girl with a scowl at Canuck... who promptly yapped up at Wes and wagged his tail. "Damned dog," he added on a short laugh. Wes slipped the collar back in place before the mutt could make another break for freedom.
"Yeah... He'd too cute for his own good," he agreed. "I'm Wesley by the way," he added as he straightened. He reached a hand down to help the girl to her feet as well. "Pretty sure I've seen you around school but we've not had a chance to actually speak. Canuck! Quit that!" he added but the beagle continued to tug and worry at the girl's now trailing trainer lace. "Canuck... let go!"
The puppy growled playfully as he tugged evebn harder at the lace and Wesley grasped him around his belly to try and pull him away.
A great game, it seemed, to Canuck!
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Post by Sawyer Lee James on Jan 22, 2011 12:49:48 GMT -5
"Dogs are known to do that," Sawyer squinted her eyes and stroked her chin instilling mock wisdom before dropping it entirely. Her head felt hot so she let her hair go from her tight ponytail, shaking it wildly as it fell around her shoulders in waves. "Ah," she drawled. "That feels sooo much better." She hung her head down and let the mid evening breeze cool off the back of her head.
When the boy introduced himself, Sawyer raised a hand up without looking up. "Pleased to meet you Wesley!" Her voice was muffled as her hand moved wildly in assumption that the older teen had also extended his. When he raised his voice to the oddly [to her; though it might not hold much merit considering she calls her DSLR DG, which came from it being a digital camera] named puppy, she raised her head and saw that he had not in fact extended his hand so she dropped hers and felt her laces being tugged.
"Aww, is okay dude. Let him. Yeesh, he's a strong one isn't he?" Sawyer laughed as her leg jerked with every pull the puppy made. "How old is he?"
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Post by wes on Jan 23, 2011 6:19:12 GMT -5
Wesley continued to struggle with Canuck, the trainer lace being the prize. Said lace was already well chewed and as soggy as all hell but the girl didn't seem to mind. "He's a little over 2 months," he told her. She hadn't offered Wes her name and he didn't like to ask her outright. Not everyone like sharing their names with total strangers. "Yeah, he's strong alright!" he agreed with a laugh.
Canusk finally let go and Wesley toppled backwards, completely set off balance. He landed on his ass with Canuck clasped against his chest.
'Great game!' thought the pup and he promptly set about licking every scrap of facial skin he could reach.
"Gerroffameee!" Wesley protested but he gave up on trying to fend off the beagle and accepted the show of affection. He threw the girl a wry grin. "Feel like getting an ice cream or something?" he asked. "Least I can do since he just wrecked your lace!"
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Post by Sawyer Lee James on Jan 24, 2011 17:56:09 GMT -5
"Sweet." Sawyer grinned when Wesley answered with the puppy's age. "He's really cute." She reiterated, as if it hadn't been pointed out before. When Canuck let go of her laces, Wesley toppled over down on his bum, making Sawyer gasp before a bubble of a giggle escaped her throat. "Oh no," she clapped a hand over her mouth, not meaning to laugh at him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh at-" she stopped to coo over how affectionate Canuck was to his owner. At the mention of ice cream, Sawyer perked up and nodded excitedly. When she was pointed out to the fact that her shoes were, indeed, wrecked, she laughed and shrugged, retying the soggy shoe laces tighter. "These shoes are hand me downs. My older sister had them since she was younger than me." Sawyer shrugged before getting up and extending her hand down to Wesley.
"Ice cream awaits!" She exclaimed in glee.
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Post by wes on Jan 25, 2011 6:01:06 GMT -5
Wesley made a mental note, as he and Sawyer headed across the beach and towards the nearest ice cream vendor, to bring Canuck with him whenever he came down here. If he had the same effect every time then Wesley wasn’t about to complain. Sawyer wasn’t only sweet but cute as well. Probably a touch younger than himself but not by a great deal. Maybe Canuck would be a babe magnet? A pretty fine concept, he had to admit!
“What will you have?” he asked as they scanned the billboard that listed all the types of cone available. “And no, Canuck... you already stole that kid’s one so no more for you!” Wes knew damned well, though, he’d end up giving the mutt at least one mouthful of his ice cream.
“What’s your poison, Sawyer? Plain vanilla or are you more of a daring eater?” Pistachio looked good. That said, chocolate marshmallow... but so did the cherry fudge ripple. “Man, its hard to choose!”
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Post by Sawyer Lee James on Jan 25, 2011 19:09:17 GMT -5
Looking up at the twenty five different flavours of ice cream and the various toppings, Sawyer found herself spoiled for choice. Her face took on a serious expression; her bottom lip was being chewed, her eyebrows furrowed. "Damn you multiple ice cream flavours." She chuckled, scratching the back of her head a little, skewering her tight ponytail without her noticing it.
She turned to Wesley just as he spoke to Canuck. She absentmindedly drew close to the way tall boy before scratching the puppy who licked her fingers happily. At Wes' conviction in not giving Canuck any more ice cream, Sawyer laughed and patted the dog's head. "It's okay, Canuck. You can totally have some of mine." She whispered conspiratorially into the dog's ears.
"I don't like vanilla." She screwed her nose up before looking back at the board. "Alright! Made my decision. I'll go with the sticky chewy chocolate and the nutty monkey and put gummy bears in for the topping and in a waffle cone." She patted down her sweat pants to look for some loose change, dragging up a bunch of notes and coins. She sifted through her pocket junk and counted out her money.
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