Room 330, Sunday Morning
Jun. 1st, 2014 04:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
genesisheroEvan had been trying to get ready for his library shift this morning when the unthinkable happened.
Well. When the mostly unthinkable happened. He still had yet to take Ozzy and OL for their morning walkies, and had, in fact, already gotten as far as getting Ozzy's leash on him when Evan himself went and... turned into a dog.
Which was not actually conducive to keeping Ozzy from piddling on the carpet.
Fortunately, having a telepathic link with a dinosaur who was, at this point, better at opening doors than Evan himself was, Evan had Old Lace let them out of his room. So, if anybody happened to see a mildly annoyed looking husky puppy trotting down the hallway carrying the leash to a decidedly more stubby husky/corgi cross while a slightly perplexed deinonychus walked alongside them, it was really nothing to worry about. Evan was just going to take the pets for a walk if it killed him, darn it.
And, okay, he kind of needed walkies, too.
[OOC: My last day to post before vacation - Can be open if anyone wants. I have nothing better to do right now but sentence most of my kids to two weeks with fur.]
Well. When the mostly unthinkable happened. He still had yet to take Ozzy and OL for their morning walkies, and had, in fact, already gotten as far as getting Ozzy's leash on him when Evan himself went and... turned into a dog.
Which was not actually conducive to keeping Ozzy from piddling on the carpet.
Fortunately, having a telepathic link with a dinosaur who was, at this point, better at opening doors than Evan himself was, Evan had Old Lace let them out of his room. So, if anybody happened to see a mildly annoyed looking husky puppy trotting down the hallway carrying the leash to a decidedly more stubby husky/corgi cross while a slightly perplexed deinonychus walked alongside them, it was really nothing to worry about. Evan was just going to take the pets for a walk if it killed him, darn it.
And, okay, he kind of needed walkies, too.
[OOC: My last day to post before vacation - Can be open if anyone wants. I have nothing better to do right now but sentence most of my kids to two weeks with fur.]
