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?

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[ukan]

Yes. Yes, let's play.

[His tail wags furiously now, and he bounds forward, stops, hops to the side.]

Chase?

[dogwalksyou]

[Chase is her favorite, and it shines off every line of her as she bounds after him.]

[ukan]

[He hardly ever gets to play with someone who can keep up, so he races as hard as he can, for the sheer joy of running.

It's been much, much too long.]

[dogwalksyou]

[She never flags. She pants hard, flanks heaving, sweats like a normal animal, as though she tires, but she is always, always close on his heels.

She is joyous too.]