First Step [Video; public]

[dogwalksyou]

Hello? Hello, yes.

[The dog comes into focus at an odd angle - the communicator is on the floor, between her forepaws as she peers down over it. Apparently satisfied that it's working, she yips in delight, rushing out of view in a close-up whirl of paws and tail and glimpses of an old timber ceiling as she spins in a circle. Then her face reappears, tongue hanging out slightly from her canine grin.]

Hello! I'm the Disreputable Dog. Or the Disreputable Bitch, if you want to be technical. Who wants to go for a walk?

Comments

[lastrat]

And you're talking.

[He hates the Barge.] I suppose it was only a matter of time.

[dogwalksyou]

It's really not as hard as you're making it sound.

[lastrat]

But no less ridiculous.

[dogwalksyou]

Maybe dogs always talked, and you just didn't listen.

[lastrat]

I have my doubts.

[dogwalksyou]

[She snickers, because yes, that was bullshit.]

I maintain that I'm not nearly as ridiculous as a talking cat.

[lastrat]

Don't know any, do you?

[dogwalksyou]

Just one, and he won't be coming here.

[He'd better not.]

[lastrat]

Christ, you're serious aren't you?

[dogwalksyou]

On occasion.

[lastrat]

[Pause. Sigh.] Well. I think I've taken as much as I can stand.

[dogwalksyou]

[She laughs again, but not meanly.]

Run along then.