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Oh, What a Beautiful Morning!



Gargoyle I

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08-29-2013, 05:34 PM



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Gargoyle had felt the tap of tiny paw against his nose, but he thought to remain in mock sleep, letting the pups continue their adventures and work on developing their own independent spirits. He had spent similar 'watches' with the earlier litters, following along behind unknown little ones, and finding shadowed perches from which to watch mud battles and games of pretend. Not so today though. His choice to remain unmoved, earned him an earful of wake-up words. Garogyle grunted, pulling his head back. Galahad was giggling and Odette was scolding, but Gargoyle just raised his head, blinking open those yellow lamps, and staring down his nose at his little daughter. He was glaring though. He understood. They all wanted to go out and explore on this lovely, rosy morning, but she wanted him to come along.

The giant male stretched his forelegs forward, rolling his massive shoulders and spreading his jaws in a great lion's yawn. He smacked his lips and looked at his little family. "Good morning," he murmured, feigning the slightest bit of surprise. Once there had been a time when nothing even resembling emotion could be drawn from Gargoyle. But prolonged time with Ocena - and then the litters of his pups - had all changed that. He's expressions still tended to be sparse and laconic, but even now as he awoke, there was just a hint of smile to his tawny muzzle. After all, who wouldn't smile at such sights?

"Well?" he asked of them expectantly. "What are you waiting for?" He nudged his nose towards the door. They'd let mother dearest sleep a while longer and take the party out onto the earth and dark hued sands. It was high time he had a morning outing with them all anyway. "Lead the way Odette!" he said, giving her the honor. And meanwhile, he leaned forward and picked up his doberman daughter by her scruff. The male stood - or tried to anyway, still having to dip his head and bend his legs slightly in that massive den (to dig a hole truly large enough to hold him would be to risk a cave in) Gargoyle was ready to trot along out in the first shreds of sunlight and greet the bracing ocean wind.




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