[Will opens the door, Mike opens his eyes, and... Mike may have forgotten just how excited Will Graham gets when a new dog is around. He's practically glowing. Like the dog is his newborn child or something. Look at your little princess. Dude.
Is his bedroom just covered in dog beds now? Dog beds all across the floor, dog beds on the furniture, dog beds in the closet...
Meanwhile, Princess Shithead is a bit distracted. She's noticed the crowd gathering at the window and has switched from barking her fool head off at something down the road to barking her fool head off at the raccoons and dogs. Mike finally spots them, too. And jumps a little where he stands. Oh, Jesus, there they are. The wild ass animals. Look at their little grabby hands and their little burglar faces...]
Uh... [What did Will say again? Too many thoughts on how he shouldn't be here and how strange dogkind's #1 fan is and raccoons, wildlife...
But then Little Fluffy Shithead realizes the door is open and she's hauling furry butt trying to get in despite the leash holding her back. Tail going a mile a minute, demanding to see her audience.
Mike looks at Will again. Coffee. That's what he said. He just put coffee on. Mike shrugs reluctantly. Yeah, sure, maybe, if it's okay, for like a minute or whatever?]
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Is his bedroom just covered in dog beds now? Dog beds all across the floor, dog beds on the furniture, dog beds in the closet...
Meanwhile, Princess Shithead is a bit distracted. She's noticed the crowd gathering at the window and has switched from barking her fool head off at something down the road to barking her fool head off at the raccoons and dogs. Mike finally spots them, too. And jumps a little where he stands. Oh, Jesus, there they are. The wild ass animals. Look at their little grabby hands and their little burglar faces...]
Uh... [What did Will say again? Too many thoughts on how he shouldn't be here and how strange dogkind's #1 fan is and raccoons, wildlife...
But then Little Fluffy Shithead realizes the door is open and she's hauling furry butt trying to get in despite the leash holding her back. Tail going a mile a minute, demanding to see her audience.
Mike looks at Will again. Coffee. That's what he said. He just put coffee on. Mike shrugs reluctantly. Yeah, sure, maybe, if it's okay, for like a minute or whatever?]