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Post by Dexter Sterling on Mar 13, 2019 4:46:45 GMT
You couldn't find your peace Within the bitterness that burns For the sleeping dogs that lie Forever to returnA bluesy, soulful song filled the air mingling occasionally with the familiar clanks of metal against metal that emanated from the open garage door. Dexter, as he was so often found, was elbow-deep into the hood of his latest project, a dusty, faded-orange muscle car, tinkering away. The mid-morning chill, despite the sun's best efforts, had yet to fully burn off though he didn't seem to mind. The property he'd bought years before his retirement had suited the former military pilot just fine. It was quiet, isolated and was just a few hundred yards away from the small private airstrip he maintained.
"What do you think, Woobie?" Dexter asked the old golden retriever that was splayed out on the driveway just outside the garage. The elder pup had found a pleasant patch of sun to lay in while Dexter worked. At the sound of the voice, the dog's ears perked up and his tail began to steadily wag. Large brown eyes turned upward, though the dog's head didn't move. "Should we go with a something modern or keep it classic?" Still the tail flapped, happy with the attention. Dexter stood straight, casting a short glance toward the dog. He chuckled lightly before pulling the mechanic's gloves off his hands and setting them on a workbench nearby.
"Nevermind." Dexter continued talking with the dog, another common occurrence on mornings such as this. He took a deep breath before lifting a still steaming cup of coffee from the bench on his way toward where Woobie was laying. "You know." Dexter let out a low grunt as he lowered himself to sit beside his longtime canine companion. "Sometimes I think you've got this whole 'life' thing figured out." He smiled at the dog, reaching over with his free hand to offer a hearty skritch behind the ears. Another exhale of breath fully settled Dexter as he simply sat, taking in the quiet morning.
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Mar 14, 2019 21:22:11 GMT
Post by Emily Garcia on Mar 14, 2019 21:22:11 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] [attr="class","boxhover"] TAKE THESE TIRED WINGS HOME IS CALLING YOU TO SLEEP [attr="class","boldtext2"]She saw them sitting out in the sun before they could see her: It was a peaceful sight, one that almost appeared surrealistic in its simplicity. While Emily's life wasn't necessarily filled with dangers and excitement, it did make her wonder when the the last time she'd allowed herself to simply sit still and enjoy a moment of tranquility.
Probably never.
"There's my favorite guy." She called out, palms hitting against her thighs as brown eyes fell upon the golden dog who immediately, at the sound of her voice, bounced up and came towards her, fluffy tail going excitedly back and forth in steady motion.
Kneeling as the dog reached her, Emily placed her hands on each side of its face and ruffled the soft fur between her fingers. "Whose a good boy." She cooed at the dog, letting out a chuckle as the dog's tongue came crashing lovingly against her tanned face. "Hey now." She laughed. "At least buy me dinner first." [newclass=".boldtext2 b"]font-family:Krub; color: #7a4d6e;[/newclass] [newclass=".elite4"]width:200px;height:30px;background-color:#7a4d6e;float:left;margin-left:-120px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family;Krub;font-size:9px;line-height:30px;color:#fff;margin-top:30px;text-shadow:1.5px 1.5px #000;[/newclass] [newclass=.boxhover]height:200px;width:500px;background-color:#333333;-webkit-transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;[/newclass] [newclass=.boxhover:hover]background-color:#f5de6e;-webkit-transition-duration:1s;-moz-transition-duration:1s;transition-duration:1s;opacity:0.5;[/newclass] |
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Mar 14, 2019 22:52:15 GMT
Post by Dexter Sterling on Mar 14, 2019 22:52:15 GMT
Dexter's gaze shifted from the horizon to the approaching young woman. He recognized her immediately, and yet the elderly dog at his side was a shade quicker. A thin smile touched Dexter's features as Woobie exploded forward. Even though the canine may have had been a bit weathered, he still had bursts of puppy-like energy he saved up for occasions such as this. His owner, however, was somewhat of a different story.
The worn vet slowly got to his feet, wincing a little as the last remnants of cold lingering in the air had caused knees worn from too many hard years in his relatively young life to stiffen. "Morning." He called to Emily, stifling a light laugh at the way Woobie happily accepted the offered affection. Dexter went to speak again but a clatter behind him cut him off. He turned, glancing back toward the garage just as two much more youthful dogs had barreled out into the open sun. The first, a spry, agile brindle patterned border collie easily outpaced his companion, a much slower, plodding German Shepherd pup.
"Mack!" Dexter's voice boomed with a rarely heard depth and authority. The border collie immediately froze in his track and took a seat on his haunches. "Gunner!" The Shepherd attempted to do the same with far less control. His paws slid against the loose dirt of the path and sent him tumbling into the smaller dog. Some flailing and a short exchange of barking later saw both dogs sitting obediently as Dexter made is way toward them. They looked up to him, tongues hanging from curious, expectant maws.
"Sorry about that." Dexter replied with a light chuckle. His hand lightly brushed each of the younger dogs as he walked past them. As if on cue they each, in turn, stood and trotted along beside him. "Woobie and Mack are harmless." Of course he knew Emily was already aware of this. "But if Gunner gets too excited he'll take both of us down."
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Mar 24, 2019 11:34:02 GMT
Post by Emily Garcia on Mar 24, 2019 11:34:02 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] [attr="class","boxhover"] TAKE THESE TIRED WINGS HOME IS CALLING YOU TO SLEEP [attr="class","boldtext2"]Immediately as the sound of more feet padding against the ground was heard, the brunette's eyes snapped up from the dog at her side. A smile stretched across her face as two more dogs came seemingly sprinting, their joy obvious to anyone around.
"No need to apologize." She mused, her eyes never leaving the dogs. "Happy dogs make for a happy life." She hadn't had many pets growing up herself, but the neighborhood had always been filled with them, so she was no stranger to animals.
Of any kind.
One of her neighbors had even had a raccoon as a pet at one time. Naturally, the thing had ran away as soon as it'd gotten outside, but that was hardly the point.
Pushing herself onto her feet, Emily's finger traced the soft fur of the goldie's head. "Death by dog doesn't sound too bad if you ask me." At least not the cuddly kind. [newclass=".boldtext2 b"]font-family:Krub; color: #7a4d6e;[/newclass] [newclass=".elite4"]width:200px;height:30px;background-color:#7a4d6e;float:left;margin-left:-120px;text-transform:uppercase;font-family;Krub;font-size:9px;line-height:30px;color:#fff;margin-top:30px;text-shadow:1.5px 1.5px #000;[/newclass] [newclass=.boxhover]height:200px;width:500px;background-color:#333333;-webkit-transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;[/newclass] [newclass=.boxhover:hover]background-color:#f5de6e;-webkit-transition-duration:1s;-moz-transition-duration:1s;transition-duration:1s;opacity:0.5;[/newclass] |
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Mar 29, 2019 23:36:31 GMT
Post by Dexter Sterling on Mar 29, 2019 23:36:31 GMT
Dexter let out a low chuckle as he strode close to where Emily had nearly met her desired fate of death by dog. Woobie, seemingly tired after his outburst, would lazily trail along wherever she went, at least until he found another nice spot of sunlight to lay in. Yes, it wasn't a stretch to say much of Dexter's life revolved around his canine companions. It was a relatively simple existence he found welcome in contrast to the complex (to put it lightly) nature of his past.
"Friends fall out of touch." Dexter spoke, his voice clear and almost prophetic in tone. "You leave jobs. Boyfriends and girlfriends come and go." A smile shone through the scraggly beard that'd formed over the last couple months. "A dog's love is forever." He extended a hand toward Woobie who happily accepted a gentle petting.
With a short clearing of his throat, Dexter finally gave the young woman his full attention. It was almost startling every time he saw her how much she'd grown. In many she was indicative of how much time had passed him by during his years in the Army. No matter where in the world he was or how long he was there it was often lost on him that life back home was still moving on. It left holes in relationships as people grew apart. It pulled parents away from their children, leaving lost time that could never be gotten back. It made family friends not realize it'd been nearly fifteen years since they'd seen the little girl her parents loved so much.
"Anyway." Dexter waved a hand, dismissing the overly cheesy philosophizing. He was awkward socially and it showed. He'd spent so much of his life disconnected from the outside world it made even the 13 year difference between himself and his student feel like an insurmountable generation gap. "You're probably not here to listen to me talk about my dogs." He muttered, frowning a little as he glanced backward to the other two dogs who were now sitting expectantly a few feet behind him. "I already did the checks and everything." Dexter turned back to Emily and gestured in the vague direction of the airstrip. "Chopper's ready to go when you are."
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