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❝ Dog-gone it! ❞| Jerry and the Shepherds

Jerry had currently been out in the streets of Dialtown. Pushing the wheels of his rusted little wheelchair. Trying to give himself a little fresh air. He'd just escaped a horrid fight with his wife. Who his relationship is very on the rocks with, regarding the twelve German Shepherds that Jerry owned and the expensive skin lotions for their Alsatian-eczema.
It was growing rather costly for Jerry and his wife to handle getting the skin lotions for the dogs and on Jerry's salary. Hell, he'd be better off getting a divorce and hoping his wife takes the dogs!

With a long sigh, Jerry conspired ways he could ever get rid of these dogs without shipping them off to the pound. He couldn't do that to the poor dogs. The pound would probably just- just put 'em down! Unless Jerry was overthinking... Might be overthinking, but I digress.

Thinking over his options, Jerry began considering the thought of a possible adoption host, but that's- nothing like a yard sale. Would probably need a permit that he doesn't have. Maybe he could bring one to work with him? Try to pone them off to whatever poor sap comes to the funfair for a ticket?
'Two Dollars for a ticket and a non-flea ridden pup!'
What a headline THAT would be.
Could he just dump the dogs off with someone random like- Bunny maybe? No- Bunny would just pawn them off to poor old Randy. With everything on his shoulders, he didn't need more problems or stress.

The mayor won't take them for obvious reasons. Not that Jerry could ever bring himself to speak directly to her.
Would Oliver take them? Maybe-
Suppose he could just attempt giving them away to whoever first encounters him at the ticket booth. So, whoop-de-do! Hope that unlucky person enjoys eleven expensive German Shepherds!
And hopefully this'll save Jerry's currently failing relationship.
He does of course, plan to keep one around. I mean... Jerry has to have company when he's alone at the house. He can't go too many places in Dialtown until the Mayor has Ramps installed in all places of Dialtown.
Not that- Jerry would ever go to places like the Casino- but the bank was a must.

Oh well.
I guess here goes nothing.
Prep the eczema diseased dogs to go out for a walk, because some poor ole chap is going to end up with too many to care for.

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"I'll take 'em all!"
Exclaimed the movie till worker as he placed both his hands on the counter of the ticket booth.
"How could I have guessed..." Mumbled an annoyed, unsurprised Jerry.
"How hard can manning eleven groovy German Shepherds be? I can handle it! Apartment was getting lonely anyways!" Oliver gave out a wholeheartedly chuckle, shooting finger guns at Jerry. "I'm a natural with animals! I got this 100%!"
"Keep in mind- each of them needs a different- essential skin lotion. These dogs all have- very bad Alsatian-eczema. It can make each of them rather expensive to care for-"
"Oh pfft! Jerry if I didn't think I couldn't handle this then I wouldn't have taken up the grand offer!" Oliver put his hands on his hips, with a laugh.
"You... take up any offer Oliver. You're too kind and too.... weird... not too."
Waving off Jerry, Oliver gave a shrug. "Honestly, how hard could it be? I can handle it no problemo daddio!"

With a long sigh, Jerry shot a glare up at Oliver. "Please don't ever use the term "Daddio" again, Oli. Even if it fits with your "hip" language." Jerry's tone displayed his annoyance, while Oliver ignored his very obvious hints at disliking his older slang.
"Secondly... please note that they're harder to care for than you're assuming. Just be warned."
"These dogs have drove my wife almost half mad."

With a nod, Oliver put his hands behind his back. Handing on over 2 dollars to Jerry. "I think I'll go ahead and skip the fair for today, but go ahead and have this,"
With that, Oliver took the leashes of each dog and departed. Bidding Jerry a good day.