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22. Dez. 2022 um 7:36

Leo the Starving Dog - An RP Story

A little bit of a sad story here,

I attempted to buy some pet supplies before heading out to give Leo some treats. I figured i needed some food, a food and water bowl and a new bed. Make the house ready for Leo when he eventually comes home with me. But the store clerk, Melanie was her name, told me that because I do not have a pet, I cannot buy pet supplies.

Very well, a pet I will get.

I buy some treats and go out into the world, looking for a stray dog that I could give a better life too.

Lo and behold, there is Leo. Leo is hiding in the forest out the back of the race track to the south of Saint Clin. Treats in hand I approach slowly and cautiously. As Leo gets closer I am careful not to make any sudden movements. He gingerly reaches out, snatches the entire bag of treats from my hand and runs back into his forest. Cheeky lil bugger, its going to be like that huh?

Back to the store I get some more treats, regale Melanie with the story of Leo and attempt to buy some pet supplies once more. "You do not have a pet Jason, you cannot buy pet supplies."

Alright then.

I pay Leo a visit every day for the next few days and the story is the same. I cautiously approach, he snatches the treat bag from my hand and runs back into the forest, But he is becoming more trusting, he approaches faster and i was almost able to pet him before he ran away last time.

I am out of treats again. Back to the store to get some more I try to buy some food for when he inevitably comes home with me in the next couple of days. Melanie just gives me a look of disgust and says "We have already had this discussion Jason."

Sorry for trying to be pupared and a good pet parent, Melanie!

Saturday Morning Leo, after another treat giving session, brings me his bed and wags his tail. I place the bed on the passenger seat of my Konig and give it a few sharp pats. Leo hops right up, tongue lolling out the side of his mouth in excitement of the road trip to come. Little does he know that we are going to the store to get him some Gotcha Day presents.

Little did I know, we were not.

As it turns out Melanie doesn't work on Saturdays. Or Sundays. I tried giving Leo some water in an old Poutine Bowl but I think he doesn't like the cheese smell that I just cannot get out of it, he refuses to drink the water.

So here I am, writing this story on Sunday evening, listening to the whines of poor Leo who must be so thirsty by now.

Melanie, you don't know this yet, but tomorrow I am going to insist that I talk to your manager, Santa Goat. He needs to be aware that the power of being the only one in the store has gone to your head and it has resulted in my poor Leo starving and dehydrated.

I will accept nothing less than a full apology from you Melanie. For Leo.

For Leo...

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