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Post by Becca on Jul 16, 2014 3:34:27 GMT
His duties were not specific to the humans' den, it turned out. Darwin sat in the passenger seat of his male master's car, sitting straight and stiff. Though his head remained facing forward, long, bushy brows shielding his eyes from view, the young Schnauzer's attention was always shifting. His eyes moved from object to object, attempting to assess the threat level of each as they passed them by. He knew that being in the car granted them a certain level of protection. No dog, wolf, or other wild canid that he knew of could chew through several inches of metal. He had no idea where they were going to stop, so watching the road in front of and to the side of them would alert Darwin to any potential dangers before he had to leave the vehicle. He also did not want to let himself relax and zone out; that would make it harder for him to concentrate once they got out. When the car parked, he waited until his human opened the door to move. The salt-and-pepper-furred dog jumped from his seat and stayed by his owner's side as they walked toward what appeared to be a small, squat old building, surrounded by mountain of rusting metal and trash.
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Post by Becca on Jul 22, 2014 1:36:27 GMT
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