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There's a little dog in the bar. He doesn't look very happy. Sandwiches might help, but he's not certain enough to dare trying.

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A dog!

After seeing cats and dinosaurs, it's a relief to see a dog--an animal he actually likes--in this place. He looks at it curiously to see if it has any tags.

Certainly not. And it is not stinking either. It has aquired the habit of taking baths. Strange, but true. And it gives Tony a look that looks like a demand to explain his action.

Tony gives him a small, nervous smile. "Hey, do you belong to anyone?"

"Woof!" It's a very confident woof, so it probably means 'yes'.

"Are they here?" Tony looks up, as if to spot the dogs owners walking up to him at any moment.

The answer is a little whine. Not a miserable one. Gaspode's mind is working hard how to say 'no, not at the moment' without words. The whine seems the best choice.

He frowns. "I guess that's a no then. Hey, can I get you something to eat?"

"Woof!!" And a wildly wagging tail. The man looks quite sensible. Gaspode hopes it's no dog-food. But it would be like bar's humor to give him dog-food, no matter what Tony orders. But maybe she's tired of pranking and gives him some real food? He's ready to try his luck.

Tony's smile returns. He's never really given a dog dog food before. He never liked the look of that stuff, and he always believed that a dog could eat more than what amounted to over tanned tuna fish or Lucky Charms for puppies.

So he's going to order the dog a steak.

When that steak turns out to be a can of over tanned tuna fish, Tony frowns and tilts his head. "No, no, a steak," he says. "A cooked steak for the dog."

There's a pause. Then a cooked steak appears on the bar. Tony smiles and hands the plate to the dog.

Gaspode likes that man. But he likes the steak even more, no harm meant, and so he digs in.

[OOC: And here I'm sitting with my tomatoe-soup... Great...]

Tony knees down to the dogs level, grinning to himself and ready to pet the dog when he's done eating.

[ ooc: Woe. If it's any consolation, all I had to eat today were store brand "pop tarts"? ]

That's quite soon. Gaspode looks up from the empty plate and wags his tail.

[OOC: It is! Makes me feel like I was on a quite balanced diet ;-)]

Tony extends his hand and scratches him behind the ears. "Good meal, eh?"

The wagging gets more enthusiastic. Steak! Hah. And there are really people around offering dog treats. Gaspode still can't tell the difference between dog-treats and cardboard, but thinks there must be some difference, nonetheless.

"You want another one?"

That's something that doesn't happen often and it wouldn't probably happen in another place, but in a bar where he can get food at any time of the day, Gaspode listens to his stomach and one big steak is enough for a little dog. So he just leans into the scratch and hopes the man understands. And just at that moment, a little belch breaks out of his throat.

Tony chuckles and continues to scratch his ears.

[ ooc: can we fade here? gotta do a few things before church. ]

[OOC: Of course. They're quite comfortable, as it seems. Was nice playing with you.]

[ OOC: The same. Cute thread! XD ]

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