Throw the Stick! - Rod and Chelsea
@sparethe-rod
Chelsea had been trying to get Comrade out of the house for a walk more often these days, trying to make up for the fact she wasn’t able to play with him properly on account of the injury to her hand. It was slowly healing, but it was hard for her not to use it too much. Since she had opted out of the stitches, she had to be careful not to overdo it, or she would end up back in the clinic.
As nice as Alex had turned out to be, she didn’t relish the idea of another bill. She already had debt to pay off, no sense making things worse.
Of course, the sheltie had no idea why his owner wouldn’t throw the sticks he kept bringing to her and all she could do was pat him on the head and apologize. Too bad the dog didn’t understand this and would always look up at her with big, sad eyes before trotting along beside her, stick still dutifully clutched in his jaws.
Walking along the beach together, Chelsea had taken some time to stare out at the water and just zone out, leaving her dog to wander the beach. That is, until she suddenly heard Comrade start running off again. She wondered if Gray had come back to the beach and she glanced over just in time to see Comrade running up to another dog owner, stick still in his mouth as he laid it at the guy’s feet, tail wagging enthusiastically.
“You are way too friendly sometimes, dog...” she murmured to herself with an amused chuckle, running her good hand through her hair as she started toward the stranger. An embarrassed grin crept on her face as she raised her injured hand in a little wave of greeting. Hopefully the guy would be as nice as Gray had turned out to be. At the very least, he liked dogs, so he had SOME semblance of taste.
“Hey! Sorry if he’s bothering you guys. He’s friendly, I swear. Just bored of me not being able to play with him properly.” she nodded to the injured hand with a sigh. “I’ll stick him back on his leash if you want.”
