[Goodness what a lovely animal, Raleigh brings her right into the house.
Spaghetti follows, morbidly intrigued.
Max, a large English Bulldog, lifts his head from the sofa and gives a low bwoof. He is a good boy but he is phenomenally lazy.]
Are you thirsty, girl? I hope you're not a stray, Chuck might kill me if I bring in any more animals.
[No he won't.
Raleigh will fill Max's bowl for her. Man, how is he ever gonna find who's dog this is?
It's a nice night, the back door, through the kitchen, is open. A few chickens are clucking around and beyond them is the farm. In the distance, all lit up, is the greenhouse from his post.]
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Spaghetti follows, morbidly intrigued.
Max, a large English Bulldog, lifts his head from the sofa and gives a low bwoof. He is a good boy but he is phenomenally lazy.]
Are you thirsty, girl? I hope you're not a stray, Chuck might kill me if I bring in any more animals.
[No he won't.
Raleigh will fill Max's bowl for her. Man, how is he ever gonna find who's dog this is?
It's a nice night, the back door, through the kitchen, is open. A few chickens are clucking around and beyond them is the farm. In the distance, all lit up, is the greenhouse from his post.]