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There's a puppy outside, also near the woods. He's curled up under a bush apparently hiding from something. There's a sword laying on the ground next to him. He lets out a quiet "arf" as the girl wanders by.

Joan stopped in mid-step at the sound. She looked around, and saw the glint of metal. What the heck is a sword doing out here? She knelt down, and noticed the puppy nearby.

"Aww, hi there. It's ok." She gently reassures the little dog trying to get him/her to come out. She always felt herself to be more of a dog person than a cat person.

The puppy, much to its dismay, wags its tail happily. He doesn't move but sniffs at her a moment. She didn't seem familiar. Hopefully she wouldn't realize what had happened and laugh at him for his plight.

Since Joan is new, and has yet to meet Andres in any form, that shouldn't be a problem.

As it was, she was simply seeing a cautious puppy.

"You're shy, huh?" Joan commented as she crouched down, trying to urge the puppy out of hiding. "It's ok. Come here. Come." She held a hand, the back of it facing toward the dog to sniff just in case it tended toward biting people.

He doesn't need to sniff the hand as he's not used to being a dog anyway. But he sees no reason to turn down any attention from cute young women, even it it requires shamelessly abusing the curse.

He creeps slowly out from under the bush and sits in front of her, tail wagging still. "Arf."

Andres's a dog in every sense of the word. *L*

Joan smiles and pets the puppy's head, making sure to scratch behind the ears, knowing that's a hard to reach spot for them.

"See? It's ok. Good boy." She replies, "Wonder who you belong to. Are you lost?"

~~Andres would take offense at that comment. He will have a chance to prove her wrong someday.~~

He appreciates the scritches and "arfs" gratefully.

He then lifts his head so that she can see the collar and the tag.
The only thing is says is Name: Andres.

~~mun's just going on observations in other threads. ;)~~

Joan notices the collar as she continues petting and scritching, including along the back, "Andres? Weird name for a dog. You must have a strange owner."

She then gets up, "Want to go look for them, huh?" She looks down to see if the puppy was going to follow. Or if not, maybe carry them inside.

If a puppy could scowl this one would have a look that says bite me. Instead the look probably appears to say, don't make me bite you

Then in response to her question he vehemently shakes his head no.

~~You must see only the cranky threads. That will change ;)~~

Joan stares down at the puppy, wondering about the head shaking. How much can he understand her? Then again, dogs have shaken their heads before, usually because of an itch or something in the ears. Maybe that was it? Then again, the puppy seemed to be more focused than most dogs she's seen.

"You can't talk, can you? Like that fox I met?"

Another head shake no, and the look becomes friendly again. At least she was starting to realize he could understand her.

Ok, that was pretty definite. Wait, she'd already heard about some people turning into different things. Robin even did a demonstration of it recently.

"You're not really a dog, are you?"

Another negative shake. And a very excited tail wag.

Joan puts a hand up to her head, "Oh God, and I'm stuck in this insane place." Times where she really missed her world where you didn't have to worry about people turning into animals or seeing fairies or Fair folk, or talking animals, or strange women with visions.

She sighs, and lowers her hand, "You can't change back to whatever or whoever you are, right? Because you would have done that already."

A nod. And remembering that fact seems to make him very sad again. He's once more laying flat on the ground head resting on his paws, staring at nothing.

Joan knelt down, and pet the puppy on the head again. "Poor guy, whoever you are. Gotta suck being stuck like this, huh?"

She idly remarks, "I wonder how it happened."

He was suddenly glad he could not speak. He did not want to explain that watching a fairy's play thing was not always beneficial to one's state of being.

He just nods,. . then something catches his attention. A duck on the lake. -and the dog instincts kick in. His ears perk up as he watches it. He then looks back to her, as if asking permission to chase it. "Arf" then looks back to the duck.

Joan glances over at the duck after Andres the puppy points it out. Well, not like he can really hurt it.

Her expression was somewhat bemused at this. "What you want to go chase it? I'm not stopping you. Go get it."

"Arf" -and he takes off toward the lake. A slow, clumsy, puppy bounding gait. Of course the duck is already swimming away by the time he gets near it, but it's the chase he enjoys.

"Arf, arf, arfity arf." He says to the duck as it flies away.

Looking dejected he trots back out of the water and, head low, pads back to the bar.

Joan watches Andres puppy run after the duck, and laughs a little. As the puppy heads inside, she finds a patch of grass to sit, and relax in. She was in no hurry to stop back in the bar.