a walk to the beach. [ open ]

[CARROT.]

the other day i drew myself a map A sunny Saturday morning at the Ackerman residence meant that today was the day to go out on a nice jog, just the bachelor and his hound. Zhubin was already wide awake, being an early riser, and was just finishing up his morning meal before Albert had attached his leash onto his collar. He walked alongside his owner, head and tail in their usual upright positions, as they walked out the door, locked it, and then started on their morning jog. The town was quite quiet, as it normally was, and so it came as no surprise that the bird chatter and waves of the ocean were easily heard alongside the gentle patter of the hound's paws as they hit the pavement and the cushioned footsteps of his owner. Zhubin himself was not quite sure where they were headed, but he didn't doubt Albert and willingly followed him across streets and around the curbs. He looked up as he trotted along, noticing that the morning mist had already dispersed, and the sky was clear and pristine. The scent of saltwater grew as the various scents of the town faded, and it wasn't long before the duo took some stairs down to a beach, devoid of any life forms besides themselves and some of the fallen flora along the cliffs on the opposite side of the sand from the water. Here, the Afghan Hound could feel Albert take off his leash, giving him free reign over whatever he felt like doing at the moment. Zhubin simply sniffed around, occasionally breathing in sand and having to sneeze it out, while his owner found a place to sit down and relax. At the moment, Zhubin wasn't sure of what to do, since he wasn't a frequent visitor of the beach. However, he enjoyed being soothed by the crashing of the waves, and decided that he might as well relax as well. He marked a bush before returning back to Albert. Quietly, he lay by his owner's side and looked around, wondering if he would encounter something new on this very special occasion. "" so i could figure out your head

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the sun filtering through the glass of the lighthouse window woke the large collie, blinking her eyes open, shocked to see the sun. the sunlight could only mean that for the first time in a long time, she'd slept through the night. there was no weariness in her mind, no ssleepy edge to her vision that clouded everything she did. ffor a second she just looked out the window, watching the sun rising slowly above the horizon. slowly she raised her head from the pillow it rested on and looked around the room, wishing more than anything that she slept like this more often. with a sigh, she pushed her figure into a sitting position. froom there, she stood and stretched her figure. refreshed by a good nights sleep, she felt as though she was in a much better mood than she usually was. cruentilla jumped off tthe bed and went over to the bathroom mirror and looked at her reflection. without the bags under her eyes, she was much more stunning than she ever was with them. she smiled att herself in the mirror and went into the kitchen and nosed the refrigerator door open, revealing the rest of her dinner from the night before. she pulled it out and began gnawing on it. when her stomache was comfortably full, she grabbed the now meatless carcass with her to the staircase. she dropped it from the top and watched it hit the ground with a loud crack before running down the stairs to join it.

she stopped abruptly at the bottom , pausing just long enough for tthe mildewy smell to reach her and to grab the carcass of her dinner. and then she was out the door, almost purring aas the sunlight hit her figure. maybe she should do this more often. the sun felt great and the breeze had just enough chill to keep the temperature warm. she buried the prey just a feet few away from the door before running towards the beach  at  an easy trot. a smile dancded upon her face as she splashed  right into the shallow waters of the ocean. her giggle echoeing loudly in the beach. she shook her coat, which already felt lighter as all the extra fluff washed away in the water. god she already felt so much better, happy and playful. she began to swim around, her strong limbs propelling her forward.  with the sun farther up in the sky, she began to make her way to the shore, not at all surprised to see a person and his dog. once she reached the shore, she shook her coat, flashing a smile at the dog, who was clearly a fluffier dog. he had a regal stance about him, the kind that came with dogs who were pets like this male was. however, instead of moving towards the male, she wagged her tail and went to go sit next to the beach to allow her coat to dry. today wouldn't be a bad day. especialy if that male got curious and came to met the dog who was obviously not a pet like he was. 

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A trip, he had always loved them. He wanted a bit of a vacation from the hustle and bustle of the city. A break from the noise and the cars, and the normal street dogs. So he had left and taken the long walk towards the beach. When he reached it the night before he found himself a place to rest for the night, a cosy place. He was up early in the morning to do some exploring and enjoy the salty air. Currently the male was laying in the sand watching the waves rolling in, nose to the air and taking in the scents the wind brought. It was rather relaxing to him, the sound of the waves were soothing. He knew this would be a good idea and so far this little so called 'vacation' was paying off. His plans were to be lazy for the most part unless a better idea came to mind.

Yawning the tall brute stretched out in the sand before rolling onto his back. With a huff he remained on his back for a short period of time, paws dangling in the air. After a few moments he rolled back over and stood up shaking out his short coat. He glanced around before moving casually down the shore. His brown eyes watched around him as he moved, not really looking for anything in particular. Pausing he lifted his head to the wind again before movement was caught at the corner of his eye. Casting his eyes and head in that direction he spotted a male human, with a rather long haired dog strolling beside him. Snorting Diesel sat and watched the pair. The dog looked to be purebred, but of what breed Diesel really couldn't put his paw on it. He also looked well taken care of, which Diesel was rather relived to see. Most families in the cities were not so perfect.

He remained where he was, not heading over just yet. Even though Diesel was a social dog, he like to be sure the dogs human wouldn't mind. It seemed that the human was letting the dog do as he pleased, which in D's eyes that meant he really didn't mind other dogs coming up. Just before he decided to get up he caught another form of movement. Eyes shot to the third form on the beach, a collie by the looks of it. Although she had no human by her side, which must mean she was a stray like he was. He snorted, pleased that he could possibly make two new friends today. Tossing his head back he brought his left rear leg up to scratch under his chin before jumping into a standing position and shaking out his coat again. Casually the male strolled down the shore again, his mind trying to decide who to greet first. The obvious answer was to who came first which was the male. Passing by him the male wagged his tail in a friendly manner dipping his head in a greeting to the dog, an invite if he wanted to join. Passing by him he headed over to the female, tail continued to wag.

"Morning Miss," he greeted her, dipping his head.

[CARROT.]

the other day i drew myself a map It seemed it was just going to be a peaceful day at the beach, just him and his owner, when not one, but two other warm bodies appeared. He looked to one side, seeing a canine that seemed to be some type of collie, while on the other side was another canine that Zhubin wasn't too sure about. Maybe an Austrailian Cattle dog, from the looks of him. He wagged his tail as he watched them, excited to have some company besides Albert. He waited until he knew for sure that these dogs were friendly before approaching them. The collie, he wasn't too sure about, since she sat some ways away from them. Then again, strays always seemed to try to avoid humans. The other dog, however, just walked right on by, greeting the other stray with a friendly tone. At least if the collie wasn't friendly, it seemed like he'd be pretty safe sticking with the male. The Afghan Hound got up from where he was at his owner's side and trotted toward the duo. As soon as he reached them, he bent one leg and took a bow before rising again. "Good morning," he greeted with a smooth, friendly voice that hinted at a luxurious and regal lifestyle. "My name is Zhubin, it is a pleasure to meet you both." He dipped his head respectfully to the two. He expected an introduction in return from the both of them, and waited for them to do so before going on. "Please excuse me if this is an inaccurate assumption, and I hope you do not take offense to this, for I mean none, but I take it you two are strays?" Like he had said, he didn't mean to offend them, but they didn't exactly look like a well cared for house dog like he was. Either that, or their humans couldn't care less about grooming, which was such a shame. No matter what the dog was, purebred or mixed breed, Zhubin believed that everyone could look good with just a little bit of grooming. so i could figure out your head

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