stares at him. "...You LOST one of our dogs?!"

glares at him. "I did not lose one of *my* dogs, no. Someone left the gate open. Again."

crosses his arms. "It's not my fault you weren't paying attention to what *our* dogs were up to!"

huffs. "That is why the gate should always be closed! I cannot sit and watch them the entire time."

he should look to see if the gate is closed BEFORE he lets the dogs out. Not very smart, are you?

he should watch his damn mouth and learn to shut the thing when he comes back in, drunk or not.

not going to watch his damn mouth. He will say whatever the fuck he pleases, thank you very much. Deal with it, or get out. And he's not

going to *learn*. If anything, Ludwig would *learn* to make sure the gate is closed!

reminds him he ought to be more careful about chosing his threats or whatever that was. He isn't going to *get out* of his own house.

just wants to find the poor dog right now...

if he still wants his dogs, he better *get out* of his house.

blinks. "Only Berlitz got out, Gilbert. The others are asleep in the living room."

blinks. "Oh..well...it still applies!" ...He's not even sure what he's talking about anymore.

rolls his eyes and grabs his keys. He'll just go look for the dog himself. "Go...play your Warcraft game or something."

weighs his options. Annoy West...play WoW... Annoy West....play WoW... His decision is made obvious when he follows Ludwig out the door.

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almost doesn't mind, since Berlitz is one of those dogs who thinks it's a fantastic game to stand just close enough to be caught, then run

off another six feet, wag his tail, and wait to repeat this move. "He has his collar and tags on. Hopefully someone will return him if-

they find him before us."

throw himself at Berlitz every time, until he catches the dumb dog. "If anyone can catch him before us." He corrects.

recalls the last time the big Shepard got out and what it took to catch him. He snorts. "Yes. If. I don't know where he would have gone

though..."

didn't break any treats this time. "Maybe he's harassing the dogs from down the block." A dog after his own heart, Berlitz was.

frowns, looking that direction. "Those are all generally mutt breeds. I don't think he would--. Er. The other direction, probably."

raises an eyebrow at him. "The other direction?"

lightly pushes him towards the opposite end of the street. "*Physical* direction, Ost. Not whatever you're thinking."

snorts, but starts walking. "He's a *dog*. I don't think he would care about what direction he was in. For both meanings."

follows him, scowling but looking around. "That's disgusting."

shrugs. "That's the truth."

*not* going to think about that. He's just going to keep looking for any sign of his missing dog. In silence.

does not like silence, and thus keeps talking. "...I mean, if *you* were a dog, you'd just want to get some. You wouldn't care if it was a

mutt or a male."

nearly walks into a lightpost, he's so preoccupied looking for the dog and trying to tune Gilbert out. "If I were a dog, I would not-

possess the mental faculties necessary to make any sort of informed choice. And I believe the term you are looking for is bitch, not-

mutt." Sigh.