Dorothy smiled at him-- she couldn't help it, the look in his eyes could pretty much melt even the most frozen of hearts-- and turned her face to the sky as well. The snow blowing through the path of a nearby streetlight's beam looked like a million tiny feathers in a cyclone.
"That's what you tell me."
The dog lets out a bark here, just one short sharp one, which draws a quietly forceful scolding from Dorothy. He promptly quiets and goes back to watching the snowfall.
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Date: 2009-12-20 12:18 am (UTC)"That's what you tell me."
The dog lets out a bark here, just one short sharp one, which draws a quietly forceful scolding from Dorothy. He promptly quiets and goes back to watching the snowfall.
"We really need to find a name for him, y'know."