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So there is pretty much only one thing that makes Dug happy. And that is - well, okay, two things.

Three.

Four. No, five. Six. Seven - and you know what, it's probably easier to say that there aren't a lot of things that don't make him happy. But high up on that list is food, especially food he doesn't have to do anything except for a little begging to get. And it just so happens that this place, this interesting magical place, well...it's got something pretty special. And that something would be a magical bar that gives Dug whatever food he asks for, at least until he gets cut off because he's already devoured roughly three times his own bodyweight in assorted raw meats.

Do you know what that means, Milliways? It means that Dug is one very, very happy dog. He's also very asleep at the moment, sprawled on his back in front of the fire with all four paws in the air, snoring and occasionally passing wind as his legs twitch with exciting dreams of chasing and capturing birds. Occasionally, his collar picks up a stray thought and translates it quietly, the Dug version of sleep-talking.

It seems like it'd be a shame to wake him. After all, it's not like he's completely blocking several armchairs, not to mention the route to the fire...oh, he is?

Well.

Maybe someone should wake him up. But nicely, of course. With plenty of tummy scritches.

[ooc: I sense a sleep coming on - slowtimes for all, new tags always welcome and always picked up! *mwah*]

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She has stopped.

:C!!!!!!

"Yes," Dug says, and then, tail stilled and big brown eyes gazing anxiously up at her, "I liked the scratches."

HINT. HINT. HINT.

TALKING! And yet, those eyes. Big and brown and she still has the paw on her knee and-

"...yeah, I noticed." Trudy's fingers start to move again.

And with that, Dug, you officially have the good Marine wrapped around your paw.

Pity he's not more devious, or this would be the PERFECT opportunity for...something.

The tail resumes thumping. "Thank you!" He pants adoringly up at her, discreetly trying to snuggle closer. "You are a nice lady!"

Trudy clearly has a good instinct of who to fall for, then.

And she's also not going to stop grinning anytime soon.

"I have only met one other lady," he informs her, now giving her hand an idle lick. "And she was very nice! And so are you!"

Ladies = nice in Dug's head, now.

HE LICKED HER. HE LIKES HER.

Cue one entirely melted Marine.

"Everyone should be nice to dogs," she answers, fingers still moving across his tummy.

"Yes!" Wow, she's an woman after his own heart. His tail thumps harder, to the point where chairs seem to shake slightly.

"Dogs are good! Except for bad dogs. But I am not a bad dog."

"No, you're a very good dog."

gleegleegleegleee.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump.

Dug doesn't even try to restrain himself from bouncing upright and going straight for the face with his massive and slobbery tongue.

"Thank you!"

MMF DOG TONGUE WHAT TO DO-!

She ducks her head, ending up headbutting his shoulder as her arms go up around him.

"Down!"

There is definitely slobber in her hair now. A lot of it.

But Dug obediently goes down, tail flapping madly. "I am sorry!"

She'll...have a shower. Or something.

"Not used to dogs," she explains quickly, cautiously scritching his head. Are heads good to scritch?

She's kind of scritching his cheek, which isn't the best place, so Dug rotates his head around until her fingers are right under his ear. Mmmmmmmm earscritch. The best kind.

"Do you not have a dog?"

She's a quick learner, and good with her fingers, and this is fun.

"No dog."

:C!

Dug pants up at her. "I could be your dog," he suggests. "My master has many of us! He will not notice!"

"I can't take dogs with me where I live," she points out, really, really regretfully.

:C!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dug's entire body droops. "It must not be a nice place to live," he says, sounding horribly put-out by the whole concept.

"It's...very dangerous. Too dangerous for dogs."

NO, NO DROOPING.

"But you can still see me when I come here?"

Perkup!

"But I am very brave!" Dug bounces up and growls ferociously, bearing his canines. It's - not as intimidating as he would like, probably.

"I could help you! I could make it not dangerous!"

"You'd try real hard," she agrees, her other hand moving to stroke down his back. Silly, lovely dog.

And she is petting him again and that is good and he flops down hard, studying her with a surprisingly worried look.

"If it is dangerous for dogs than it is dangerous for you too. You should be careful."

"Oh, I am, puppy. I'm really careful."