It's a dog's life

[labcoatgirl]

Betty isn't sure what happened. She can't remember what happened prior to this.

Everything feels wrong. Like her body is in the wrong position. But when she goes to stand up, she's still too short. There's too many smells in her nose, Betty giving her head a shake. When she does that, she can feel her soft ears moving on her head.

It's not till she does a complete circle that she realizes the situation.

She's a dog.

How could this happen?? she wants to say out loud. Instead, it comes out as a whine and a yip, something that surprises her. It's wet and damp where she is, Betty trying to walk on all fours to the end of the alley. It's pouring rain out there, her coat is already matted and soaked. She sits under an awning, trying to wait till it stops. Racking her poor dog brain to figure out a way out of this.

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[mas-stretchy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, just... His frustrated huff flaps his jowls. He watches her head off again, and keeps his eyes focused on her, trying to train his sense of smell on tracking her, instead of the myriad of things that have been through the area. She was right though, and he found it easier to follow her as they went along. It was funny, how he could swear she smelled the same. It was like curling up with her after she'd had a shower, and focusing on that was more than easy.

Right, pizza.

[labcoatgirl.livejournal.com]

Soon, Betty can smell the familiar scent of Stanley's pizza wafting through the air. Her tongue hangs out as she picks up the pace. Come on! We're almost there!

And then, there's the door. Stan was actually letting out a customer, shaking their hand and saying to come again. Betty was so happy to see a human she recognized, she ran right up to him excitedly.

"Oh hey, hello there girl." Stanley crouched to offer a hand. Betty sits and sets her paw in his hand as if she's practiced a million times. "Nice to meet you too."

[mas-stretchy.livejournal.com]

Bruce is fairly certain such brazen tactics are not going to be welcome from a dog his size, so instead of walking up with her, he hangs back a little, as if he's afraid. He keeps his head down and whines, actually doing a pretty good job at looking pathetic, and being obvious enough to get Stanley's attention.

"Brought your boyfriend too?" He looks over to Bruce, holding out a hand. Bruce makes a good show at being tentative about it all, but eventually takes a couple sniffs at the man's hand. It smells of pizza and he can't help giving it a lick. That earns a scrub behind the ears, at least. "Big guy, ain't'cha?"

[labcoatgirl.livejournal.com]

Betty stays put, panting happily and letting Stanley see Bruce. Oh Stan, if you only knew. But, situation being what it was, she was going to have to play charades.

She sits back on her hind legs, bring her front ones up to....beg. As cute as possible. Stan chuckles, putting his own hands up. "Alright, alright, hold your horses you two. I can take a hint." He goes back inside and before long, comes back out with some slices of meat covered pizza on two paper plates, bringing them over to the side so they won't block the door. "Here you are. Hope you don't mind leftovers."

[mas-stretchy.livejournal.com]

Stan, you are the best. Bruce manages to hold himself back just long enough to let Stanley step back from the plates before standing over one and having at it like the hungry stray he was. He has to put a paw down on the plate to keep it from moving but man. This was the best pizza in the world right now. He lets their friend know by continuing to happily lick the plate clean of grease even after the pizza is gone, tail wagging.

[labcoatgirl.livejournal.com]

Betty isn't as messy but she's still pretty hungry and goes to it as well. Stan sits on the stoop for a bit, watching them eat. "You both seemed like you could use a couple of slices." Leave it to Stan to treat people and dogs alike. They were all strays for him to look after for a time.

Betty abandons her plate and comes over to set her head on his thigh, not sure how to communicate any other way. She can't help the worried look in her eyes. Stan pets her head and ears, "Hey, it's okay girl."

[mas-stretchy.livejournal.com]

Bruce finishes licking his plate and then, in a fit of cleverness, picks it up, setting it on Betty's, and then picking both paper plates up and bringing them over to Stanley. The man raises a curious eyebrow at the intelligent action.

"You two a little far from home, perhaps?" Bruce whines, sitting dutifully on the other side of Stan from Betty and tilts his head.

[labcoatgirl.livejournal.com]

"Quite a pair, the two of you." Stanley strokes his chin as if thinking about something. Perhaps he's trying to remember where he's seen this kind of pair before.

Betty licks at his hand, trying to get his attention before pawing at the door and looking at him hopefully. Stan looks a little worried. "Oh, I'm...not sure. Maybe after the customers leave. They get a little uneasy with dogs around the place."

[mas-stretchy.livejournal.com]

Bruce just stays where he is. He really could muscle his way in if he wanted, he was a man-sized dog after all, but that would probably get them left outside. He drops the plates into Stan's lap and gives Betty a soft woof.

Hey, good idea. Try laying down and put your nose against the door, now. Less scratching, more pathetic. His tongue lolls dumbly as he tilts his head the other way and flips his ears forward.

[labcoatgirl.livejournal.com]

Well, okay. She does as he suggests, throwing in another whine or two. This feels so wrong. Stan is a friend. And here she was trying to manipulate him into helping.

Stan gets the feeling he's being played too, even if it is by dogs, but he doesn't mind. However he's at a loss as to how a stray dog would know enough to pick up the plates and give them back after eating.