[Mister Dog is stopping to sniff a fence post. Larry sees the cat before he does. This walk to Marisol's is not that far. Even though he's trying to hurry the dog along they easily could have been there by now.]
How do you think he keeps that much piss in him to go everywhere but not when we need to let him out?
[Freddy shakes his head, freckled fingers flapping with some small amount of aggravation. See the longer Mister Dog takes the harder it'll be for Mister White to let go. SIGH.]
[One more leash tug and he's moving once again. Larry has it wrapped around his wrist and he holds the rest of it. Mister Dog likes to wander a little. He's gotta be kept close.]
I guess so. Gotta always have it his way or the highway.
[It's been sometime since he's said something like that. The phrase feels weird on his tongue. Maybe too soon. Larry sighs a little bit.]
We'll just say we found him again while out. Anything more seems too fucking long.
Who says we have to say anything? We could tie him to a mail box or something. Right in plain sight.
[Right? Right?? What's wrong with being a coward about it, Dimmy. Also those words don't really affect the kid as much as they do the old man. Hell Freddy doesn't even make the connection, too busy preparing to separate from the dog. Again.]
He's not gonna like it. I mean, shit. That's just abandoning him. Let's do this right.
[Mister Dog and his feelings seem to be having a more solid grip on Mr. White then the past. His dark tail is thumping up against the old man's pant leg.]
...I think he'd mess up the mailbox something fierce.
What like rip it out of the street? He's not that strong.
[Actually with the right motivation he could be. He's built stocky and tough, kind of like this old man he knows. Fff. Freddy shakes his head then flaps a hand.]
Whatever you say.
[How far do they have to go again? Just get this over with. Maybe he can get a donut afterward.]
[That's a solid yes, kid. Larry slows and what do you know? Mister Dog found a place to piss. Children are playing across the street but the houses have bars on the windows it's not so Norman Rockwell painting here.]
I just think we came all this way to hand him over. That's not a hand over. For all we know, he could up and leave the second we're out of sight too.
[Ahem. By now he's aware the dog bias is not subtle. Someone deserves a donut for it.]
[Freddy declares ever so casually because it's a matter of fact and he's not afraid to say it hah. Just another block or two, he's sure, then the final test. Except what's that happened up ahead around the corner? In an alley? Some shouting, some fighting. All in Spanish. And someone's dog getting yanked back and forth between mi amor and novia. Lover's spat.]
[Because denying it at this point is useless. This has nothing to do with Freddy's keen detection skills. He pulls Mister Dog along again. He didn't need to go that bad. Again.]
What are the chances this would happen with a dog that's actually pretty cool?
[Rhetorical question. Larry frowns and looks to the noise. Tsk. It's loud and dramatic. Not violent yet.]
I don't know there are a lot of dogs in the world, this guy happens to look like...
[Freddy waves a hand over Mister Dog to indicate, well, the way he looks. Big brown and kind of spotty with a broad head and big face. Just the kind of dog Lawrence Dimick would like, a truck.]
You'd sing a different fuckin' tune if he was a poodle.
[Right? Don't deny it, Dimmy. Freddy shakes his head. Hey what's going on up there? Looks like the (20-something year old) brat. Yanking the dog back and forth makes it whine and snap at the girl because she must be the reason his owner is being mean to him right?? No blood or anything but it only increases the yelling and screaming and slapping from her claw-like nails.]
No you knock it off you piece of shit you're just like your damn dog ey!
[Yep. Getting violent. Look at her unafraid of the beast though, she gives the man a hard hammer fist to the arm, stepping on the dog's foot in the process. Now the other guy's trying to slap her away too.]
...........
[Domestic violence farm. Freddy hooks a finger in Mister Dog's collar to turn him on around back in the direction from where they came.]
[Mister Dog startles a little. Oh. It's him. He makes a small noise and shoves his head against Freddy's arm thinking he'll get pets.]
Let's go and get the fuck out of here.
[Meaning he's not trying to chicken out, kid. See? Conviction.]
It's the blue one up ahead right?
[Larry tries to block out the squabble. He's already in one mess. Does he need to go and stick his fucking foot into another? The young lady looks like she can hold her own well.]
I don't remember this neighborhood being this shitty...
[Are you even paying attention, Dimmy? Freddy's leading Mister Dog in the opposite direction. Away from those two and their house of whatever and bullshit domestic violence farm multiple collar scum sucking asshole rodeo.]
Who cares.
[They're not staying and neither is Mister Dog. He keeps his hand on the beast's collar solid.]
[That final step he takes pulling the leash in the opposite direction of Freddy and dog that makes it apparent. The sun shines through the clouds and fuck, it's like there's some sort of a halo around Freddy's noggin.]
I sure don't.
[Ain't hard to come on in the same way. Not hard at all. Except from behind them, from the blue house up ahead someone shouts.]
[Is that a foreign language? Sounds like! So Freddy, the white dude who knows "Where's the library?" and "You're under arrest." in Spanish ignores it.]
Cool. Let's keep going.
[His grip on Mister Dog's collar loosens up just so their pace can quicken but in a smooth and casual manner.]
[Freddy huffs under his breath really more for the frustration of not making a clean getaway. But he keeps on walking with Larry, well aware Marisol's boy is gaining speed. Time it just right, Newendyke, time it just--]
Get the dog.
[Because the kid's letting go and whipping around to land his freckled fist into the punk's skull. It's a hard one. The kind mama tells you to knock a brother out.]
[They've had a rather clumsy history of clean getaways. This might end up being messy. Larry's got the leash and he has it coiled several times to keep Mister Dog very much heeled. He is starting to up the pace and turns just enough to catch the way that freckled fist flies like a well aimed arrow.
His jaw drops and his heart leaps.]
Goddamn.
[The punk ass kid looks like he's got a hard case of whiplash, at least he will when he picks himself up off of the ground.]
[The woman goes from combative to doting in 0.2 seconds flat. She's on her knees at his side to see if he's okay and hisses at the two, telling those around her to get those gringos. Typical of the DV Farm Garden Variety. The other dog on the other hand is smarter, he just sits next to his downed master panting and drooling. Things are so much nicer when that brat is out cold. The neighborhood seems to agree, so far nobody steps up to the plate to follow them.]
That was hard.
[Freddy says through tense jaws because he won't stand to shake his fist out in public.] Head full of rocks.
[Larry's ears are ringing with the shrillness of the girlfriend's voice. Except he doesn't even see her. He's dimly aware that Mister Dog is pulling him in the same direction that the kid is strutting. Maybe he's just walking but sure as shit the old man swears it is a full out strut.
Fucking tough guy. Hot shot son of a bitch. Downing brown bums like they're literal shit.]
We'll talk about hard when we got better scenery.
[He clears his throat. The neighborhood around them is flowing from concerned at the fuss, sheer silent appreciation and now going back to the way they were with the sun still pretty high and hot.]
That was a good one.
[This is the very start of the flow of appreciation.]
[Yep. That's dumb clueless talk for you, old man. What's so hard about it? Ahem. In any case the kid's on his way at similar pace, quickly getting out of there with Mister Dog in tow. It says just as much that the big beast doesn't hold them back.]
I know.
[Freddy crows. He knows a compliment on his cold clocking when he hears one.]
[His acting skills are above average. Larry is a little too alert with their getaway to try to see right on through him. But chances are he's just bullshitting.]
Good form. Good timing. I'm pretty sure that shit had a gun or something.
[Still walking, walking. Mister Dog thinks they're going for a sprint and so really they're making brilliant time. The shrieking pitch of the girlfriend means they're still way, way back there as the sound fades.]
[Not that those are good reasons to think little of a firearm. Freddy's just saying though, just saying Pablo or Jose or Cesar or whatever the hell his name is probably was never a threat to begin with. Just a threat to animals. Not anymore though, right, Mister Dog? Freddy pat pats the big beast on the noggin.]
I don't know why you don't try to bite him in the nuts, dude.
[Huff. Kids these days. The sure as fuck dunno how to properly take care of anything starting out. He looked like a Javier. Just sort of put on airs. Poor Marisol. You can try and try, some causes are just lost.]
We don't need a nut biter. Even once might get him to like it.
[Mister Dog is wagging his tail. These ones are better. They drop food more and talk in nice voices to him.]
Speaking of stolen, is this the most you got away with?
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[Mister Dog is stopping to sniff a fence post. Larry sees the cat before he does. This walk to Marisol's is not that far. Even though he's trying to hurry the dog along they easily could have been there by now.]
How do you think he keeps that much piss in him to go everywhere but not when we need to let him out?
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[Freddy shakes his head, freckled fingers flapping with some small amount of aggravation. See the longer Mister Dog takes the harder it'll be for Mister White to let go. SIGH.]
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I guess so. Gotta always have it his way or the highway.
[It's been sometime since he's said something like that. The phrase feels weird on his tongue. Maybe too soon. Larry sighs a little bit.]
We'll just say we found him again while out. Anything more seems too fucking long.
[And untrue.]
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[Right? Right?? What's wrong with being a coward about it, Dimmy. Also those words don't really affect the kid as much as they do the old man. Hell Freddy doesn't even make the connection, too busy preparing to separate from the dog. Again.]
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[Mister Dog and his feelings seem to be having a more solid grip on Mr. White then the past. His dark tail is thumping up against the old man's pant leg.]
...I think he'd mess up the mailbox something fierce.
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[Actually with the right motivation he could be. He's built stocky and tough, kind of like this old man he knows. Fff. Freddy shakes his head then flaps a hand.]
Whatever you say.
[How far do they have to go again? Just get this over with. Maybe he can get a donut afterward.]
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[That's a solid yes, kid. Larry slows and what do you know? Mister Dog found a place to piss. Children are playing across the street but the houses have bars on the windows it's not so Norman Rockwell painting here.]
I just think we came all this way to hand him over. That's not a hand over. For all we know, he could up and leave the second we're out of sight too.
[Ahem. By now he's aware the dog bias is not subtle. Someone deserves a donut for it.]
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[Freddy declares ever so casually because it's a matter of fact and he's not afraid to say it hah. Just another block or two, he's sure, then the final test. Except what's that happened up ahead around the corner? In an alley? Some shouting, some fighting. All in Spanish. And someone's dog getting yanked back and forth between mi amor and novia. Lover's spat.]
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[Because denying it at this point is useless. This has nothing to do with Freddy's keen detection skills. He pulls Mister Dog along again. He didn't need to go that bad. Again.]
What are the chances this would happen with a dog that's actually pretty cool?
[Rhetorical question. Larry frowns and looks to the noise. Tsk. It's loud and dramatic. Not violent yet.]
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[Freddy waves a hand over Mister Dog to indicate, well, the way he looks. Big brown and kind of spotty with a broad head and big face. Just the kind of dog Lawrence Dimick would like, a truck.]
You'd sing a different fuckin' tune if he was a poodle.
[Right? Don't deny it, Dimmy. Freddy shakes his head. Hey what's going on up there? Looks like the (20-something year old) brat. Yanking the dog back and forth makes it whine and snap at the girl because she must be the reason his owner is being mean to him right?? No blood or anything but it only increases the yelling and screaming and slapping from her claw-like nails.]
Huh.
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[Oh. It is getting loud and dramatic. They stop again and Larry visibly stiffens.
Mister Dog now is watching and listening. He too stands stock still. His ears go back and the hair on his back starts to bristle.]
Hey! knock that shit off!
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[Yep. Getting violent. Look at her unafraid of the beast though, she gives the man a hard hammer fist to the arm, stepping on the dog's foot in the process. Now the other guy's trying to slap her away too.]
...........
[Domestic violence farm. Freddy hooks a finger in Mister Dog's collar to turn him on around back in the direction from where they came.]
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Let's go and get the fuck out of here.
[Meaning he's not trying to chicken out, kid. See? Conviction.]
It's the blue one up ahead right?
[Larry tries to block out the squabble. He's already in one mess. Does he need to go and stick his fucking foot into another? The young lady looks like she can hold her own well.]
I don't remember this neighborhood being this shitty...
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Who cares.
[They're not staying and neither is Mister Dog. He keeps his hand on the beast's collar solid.]
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I sure don't.
[Ain't hard to come on in the same way. Not hard at all. Except from behind them, from the blue house up ahead someone shouts.]
Is that my fucking dog?
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Cool. Let's keep going.
[His grip on Mister Dog's collar loosens up just so their pace can quicken but in a smooth and casual manner.]
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[Larry swallows and keeps his whole body facing away with Freddy, with Mister. Dog. Even though he's not looking he knows.]
I think that's Marisol's boy.
[And maybe if they pretend not to acknowledge they can get by.]
I said is that my fucking dog? Hey! Paco!
[Mister Dog doesn't stop but he makes a little whine noise and bumps into Larry's knee. What to do big human?]
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[Freddy huffs under his breath really more for the frustration of not making a clean getaway. But he keeps on walking with Larry, well aware Marisol's boy is gaining speed. Time it just right, Newendyke, time it just--]
Get the dog.
[Because the kid's letting go and whipping around to land his freckled fist into the punk's skull. It's a hard one. The kind mama tells you to knock a brother out.]
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His jaw drops and his heart leaps.]
Goddamn.
[The punk ass kid looks like he's got a hard case of whiplash, at least he will when he picks himself up off of the ground.]
We're outta here.
[No question.]
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[The woman goes from combative to doting in 0.2 seconds flat. She's on her knees at his side to see if he's okay and hisses at the two, telling those around her to get those gringos. Typical of the DV Farm Garden Variety. The other dog on the other hand is smarter, he just sits next to his downed master panting and drooling. Things are so much nicer when that brat is out cold. The neighborhood seems to agree, so far nobody steps up to the plate to follow them.]
That was hard.
[Freddy says through tense jaws because he won't stand to shake his fist out in public.] Head full of rocks.
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Fucking tough guy. Hot shot son of a bitch. Downing brown bums like they're literal shit.]
We'll talk about hard when we got better scenery.
[He clears his throat. The neighborhood around them is flowing from concerned at the fuss, sheer silent appreciation and now going back to the way they were with the sun still pretty high and hot.]
That was a good one.
[This is the very start of the flow of appreciation.]
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[Yep. That's dumb clueless talk for you, old man. What's so hard about it? Ahem. In any case the kid's on his way at similar pace, quickly getting out of there with Mister Dog in tow. It says just as much that the big beast doesn't hold them back.]
I know.
[Freddy crows. He knows a compliment on his cold clocking when he hears one.]
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Good form. Good timing. I'm pretty sure that shit had a gun or something.
[Still walking, walking. Mister Dog thinks they're going for a sprint and so really they're making brilliant time. The shrieking pitch of the girlfriend means they're still way, way back there as the sound fades.]
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[Not that those are good reasons to think little of a firearm. Freddy's just saying though, just saying Pablo or Jose or Cesar or whatever the hell his name is probably was never a threat to begin with. Just a threat to animals. Not anymore though, right, Mister Dog? Freddy pat pats the big beast on the noggin.]
I don't know why you don't try to bite him in the nuts, dude.
[He says to the dog.]
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[Huff. Kids these days. The sure as fuck dunno how to properly take care of anything starting out. He looked like a Javier. Just sort of put on airs. Poor Marisol. You can try and try, some causes are just lost.]
We don't need a nut biter. Even once might get him to like it.
[Mister Dog is wagging his tail. These ones are better. They drop food more and talk in nice voices to him.]
Speaking of stolen, is this the most you got away with?
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