The dog was the size of a small pony, and it obviously was well-cared for. "Thin" was not a word that would describe Nero. He sniffed her carefully, examining her hand intently. With a soft whuff he moved away from her hand. Chance had passed inspection.
Damien had been watching the dog. When it seemed satisfied that Chance was no threat, he smiled. "I think he's done. If you scratched him behind the ears now, you'd have a friend for life." Damien pushed one of the chairs away from the table, giving Chance a place to sit near the dog if she wanted it. "We could try pulling alphabet blocks out of a bag the next time," he said. "Maybe we could spell our fortunes."
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Date: 2007-06-08 06:36 am (UTC)Damien had been watching the dog. When it seemed satisfied that Chance was no threat, he smiled. "I think he's done. If you scratched him behind the ears now, you'd have a friend for life." Damien pushed one of the chairs away from the table, giving Chance a place to sit near the dog if she wanted it. "We could try pulling alphabet blocks out of a bag the next time," he said. "Maybe we could spell our fortunes."