War Dog ➳ Jurassic World

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After Owen and I had gotten back home, I took a quick dip in the river to cool myself down, and lapped at it a few times. Owen had taken up his favourite position beside his beloved bike, a wrench and dirty cloth in hand, the radio softly playing in the background. I still had yet to understand why he kept tinkered with that thing, I mean, it already worked just fine so what was the point?

The sound of gravel crunching underneath tires caught my attention and my head shot up from the water to see a large silver car rolling down the driveway. I trotted out of the water and shook out my coat, accidentally getting water on Owen. He flinched when the water landed on him and ducked his head to keep from getting even more wet.

"You couldn't do that another 5 feet to the left?" He muttered as he glanced at me from over his shoulder. I let my tongue hang from my mouth in a goofy grin and tilted my head to the side in a silly manner. Owen rolled his eyes, shook his head at my antics, then turned his attention to the person getting out of the car.

Following his gaze, I saw a woman in white clothing and heels. Bright red hair stood out against the white clothing she wore, and I couldn't help but let out a snort in how ridiculous and out of place she looked in the office attire on a jungle island. The woman standing before us was Claire Dearing, the chick Owen went on a date with a while back. 

Owen looked over and me and asked "What do they want now?"

I let out a soft yip in response, then decided to head over and check this woman out. She saw me walking over and seemed to stand up a bit straighter and hesitantly held out her hand for me to sniff. I took the opportunity and brought my muzzle to her palm and the only scent I could pick up smelt of overpowering lavender and honey lotion.

Oh- God! That is strong!

I quickly pulled my head back and sneezed twice. Claire jumped slightly but seemed to regain herself rather quickly, then made her way in Owen's direction. I barked softly then followed after her, purposefully nudging her with my muzzle as she walked to annoy her. She shoved me away with her hand and I could see the amusement on Owen's face but was disappointed when he quickly said "Heel."

I quickly trotted over to where Owen was perched on a stool and sat down on the gravel, my tongue still fully hanging out of my mouth. I could feel a puddle forming around my feet from the water still dripping from my fur.

"Mr. Grady, I need you to come take a look at something." She spoke. I looked at Owen and tilted my head, knowing what he was thinking. She called him 'Mr. Grady'. How fancy...

"Why are you calling me 'Mister Grady'?" Bingo! Who knew what Owen was thinking? Me, that's right. Me.

"-Owen..." The woman quickly corrected herself. It was bothering me that she was still acting like she was in a board room meeting instead of on a river front. "If you're not too busy..."

"I'm pretty busy" Owen took a sip from a coke bottle and I snorted as if to say 'yeah right.'

"We have an attraction-" Claire started, but Owen interrupted her.

"That's not what I said the last time I saw you." Owen stood up from his stool and started wiping his hands with the cloth.

"I was talking about the dinosaurs Mr. Grady-" She stated and folded her hands in front of her, her jacket settling on her shoulders slightly.

"Owen."

"A new- species- we made." Claire tried to swat away a fly, but Owen quickly caught it in his hand.

"You just went and made a new dinosaur?" Owen asked and I tilted my head to the side. You can do that? I thought only dinosaurs could make more dinosaurs...