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Post by Horse on Apr 1, 2013 17:26:08 GMT -7
Nell nodded slowly. "Yeah, got him when he was a month or so old." She said with a shrug, back turned to Ryan as she was stirring the noodles. She glanced over her shoulder. "Ratchet is awesome... I just think he is so bored. We should get him into something until Jared gets back, y'know? All he does all day is guard the horses, something a highly-intelligent army dog shouldn't be doing." She said faintly, glancing down with a frown. "Do you know if Jared got him into agility or something?" She asked curiously. She thought that might be good for the German Sheppard, it would get his mind active and get him back to where he should be. When the noodles were flimsy enough to strain, she grabbed the strainer from under the sink and set to work and getting the water drained and the rest of the noodles prepped.
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Post by Story on Apr 1, 2013 17:39:42 GMT -7
Ryan chuckled and shook his head when Nell got it wrong. "He was never an army dog. He was a police dog. But only for like...a year or less because of his hip dysplasia. He was screened but I guess he never showed any signs of it before." Ryan shrugged. "But he had surgery to fix it. Uhhh...I think he's done agility in the past, just never competed. I mean, police dogs have to go through courses to be qualified. But I'm going to be training Callie in it. It might be good to have Ratchet do it as well." Ryan didn't look up from the garlic butter he'd be putting on the bread soon. He had a specific method that I shall not be describing because I'm too lazy.
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Post by Horse on Apr 1, 2013 17:46:49 GMT -7
Nell raised her eyebrows faintly. "Oh. Oops." She said quietly, a sheepish expression marking her face as she began to lather up the noodles with butter and garlic butter, to go with the garlic bread that Ryan was working on. "I can help out. I tried it once with Rhett. He's... Kind of too stupid, or doesn't pay attention enough to try it out." She said quietly, nose wrinkling at the thought as she grabbed to plate, serving herself before she glanced up at Ryan. "Tell me when to stop." She said, starting to plate him up some of her noodles as well.
[Short... Doing homework.]
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Post by Story on Apr 1, 2013 17:53:26 GMT -7
Ryan waited until his plate had a sufficient amount before speaking up. "That'll be fine. That's good enough for me. Thank you, Nell. May I offer you some of the garlic toast?" He asked. It had just come out of the oven a few moments ago, so it was still rather hot. However, the garlic butter didn't allow the bread to dry out fully. It was just how Ryan planned for it to come out, though his fingers would appear greasy from touching his own bread from the melted butter that seeped from the bread. "Bon appetite. Enjoy your meal. Hey, did you put all of the garlic sauce on the pasta?" He was considering spoiling Callie a little but knew that garlic wasn't very good for dogs. He could always do the bizarre thing and rinse the pasta before mixing it in with Callie's chow. He loved the Collie. "Well, he's probably had little incentive. I'm sure if he sees Callie having fun leaping over things, he might try it out. Tomorrow, after we get the boys on their diet plan, should we set up a few hurdles?"
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Post by Horse on Apr 1, 2013 18:04:13 GMT -7
Nell nodded once as she smiled, grabbing a fork for both of them and handing one over to Ryan. She was glad to have the teenage boy as her friend. "I would love some, thank you, Ryan." She spoke softly, voice barely more than a whisper. She took the garlic butter form him and let out a small sigh. "I left some pasta in the strainer that doesn't have anything on it." She informed Ryan, glancing over her shoulder at the strainer that had been set on the counter. She settled herself in one of the chairs and tucked in so she could eat her meal. "Rhett loves pasta." She added randomly, nodding before she began to dig in. "That is true." She let out a gentle laugh. "He tends to get a bit jealous when he is excluded." She paused once more, biting her bottom lip. "We should figure out that diet plan."
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Post by Story on Apr 1, 2013 18:09:59 GMT -7
"Dogs'll eat anything. Well, for the most part. Callie doesn't eat lettuce. She loves carrots though. And she can have 'em whenever. They're supposed to be good for the eyes, right? She needs those." He glanced around and spotted the plume of Callie's tail, still on the couch. She was definitely obedient, but probably just too lazy to actually move and disobey. "She's a pasta girl, too. Must be an Italian thing." He joked and then handed Nell the delicious toast on a little plate. "This looks good, Nell." He began to wind up the spaghetti around his fork before taking a bite. He refrained from speaking with his mouth full, waiting until he'd swallowed to add," And it tastes pretty good, too." He said, rather pleased. They had a delicious dinner with plenty left over. "We should save some in case Anne or anyone else wants any." He didn't really know the guy that Anne was always hanging with. His name was Harry or something, right?
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Post by Horse on Apr 1, 2013 18:30:17 GMT -7
[Finally done with homework...]
Nell nodded and beamed. "Rhett will eat anything. The only thing he won't eat is horse food... Which is good, I guess." She let out a gentle laugh and pushed her bangs out of her eyes as she straightened slightly, swallowing the last bit of her bite before she responded. "Well, thank you, Ryan. The garlic bread is amazing, as well." She'd already taken a few bites from the piece of bread. She began to dig back into the pasta eyebrows raised faintly. "Yeah, there'll be plenty for anyone if they want some later, or whenever." She said with a shrug. "Could use the leftovers as well. Eat it tomorrow for dinner or something." She said quietly. Her eyebrows furrowed in thought for a moment. "Isn't Anne dating that Harry kid, or am I going crazy?" She asked curiously, wondering if Ryan knew the answer to her question.
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Post by Story on Apr 2, 2013 20:56:20 GMT -7
"I don't think Callie's tried to eat horse food yet, thankfully." Ryan laughed as well, lapsing into silence as he took another bite. He instead nodded, mouth full. He wouldn't speak just yet. He did have manners, after all. Finally, mouth empty, he responded. "The pasta is just as good, Nell. Thank you. And I'm not entirely sure about that." He paused to consider it. "Anne does appear close to him, I guess. I don't think Ratchet's too fond of him, but then, he is rather protective. I can't say. You'd have to ask her."" Ryan merely shrugged and then raised an eyebrow. "So, on to the diet plan for Apollo and Slate?" He snickered, thinking of the large, fat gelding and the smaller, blocky stallion. "Before either rolls and can't get back up? Wouldn't that be mighty embarrassing?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2013 14:25:24 GMT -7
Anne was rushing to get ready, having quite a few errands to run. Her dark hair was flat-ironed and pushed off her shoulders, bangs brushed behind her ear for the moment as she skipped around. Her outfit consisted simply of an old t-shirt she hadn't worn in a while, and a newly bought pair of jeans she hadn't really ever worn. Harley sat on the edge of her bed, nosily watching her finish getting ready with perked ears. Slipping her small, soft feet into her black flats, she grinned cheekily, the dog following her out the door and down the staircase. He stopped by the door expectantly, whining and barking and growling at her.
"No, Har, you're not coming, sorry, boy." She cooed, dancing past him and through the portal. The gold mutt continued to trail quickly behind, right on her heels as she made her way to her car. Making sure she had her wallet and keys, she headed towards the little black Honda with a faint smile on her light lips. Harley jumped into the car as soon as the driver's side was opened, and after a bit of trying to wrestle with him and barking orders half-heartily at him, Anne gave in and sighed. "Fine, you can come. But you're staying in the car, okay?" She grumbled.
Among her busy afternoon, Anne was going to most importantly adopt another dog. Since she wasn't quite eighteen just yet, her mother was going to meet her there at the local shelter and put the purebred under Mrs. Churchill's name, just as Harley was. The dog, whom she had already gone prior to and chosen not but a few days ago, was going to be totally under Anne's care, though. She was even paying for her, and saying she was excited was a complete understatement. It seemed to be rubbing off on Harley, too, as he was already panting as he shifted around the small car. Ugh, it was so tiny!
"Alright, scoot your boot." She lightly ordered, slipping into the driver's seat and leaving the door open as she fumbled with her keys.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2013 14:46:55 GMT -7
Harry had been outside with Bone, their bond gradually beginning to sprout from the mild attraction they'd held for each other on day one. He'd given the foal a chance to play in the water hose since he figured it might cool the animal off. Harry hadn't cooed to it or anything, too stony to be babying it with sweet talk, and rather treating it through this sort of play than anything else. The colt became something of a frustration whenever it would dart through the hose then run off, making it difficult for Harry to get him to come back. He wondered if horses were like dogs and would come when called by name if they were taught to.
Harry was yet to figure out a name for the foal. In fact, he had yet to actually sit down and really think about it. The thought had crossed his mind now and then but he had never mulled over it enough. Again the thought of thinking of a name left when he spotted Anne going to her car. He dropped the hose, approaching Bone and managing to get the baby still enough so that he could squeeze the excess water from his coat. His palms pressed to the foal's soft hide, smoothing down over it and ending at the rump, where the water dripped off. When it was done he turned off the hose and left Bone in the pasture to entertain himself.
Harry had always moved quietly, that being the case whenever he approached Anne's car out of curiosity for what she was up to. One of his hands rested on the roof of it and he leaned down to peer inside. "Are you going to get that dog you talked about?"
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