[She comes and she goes as she always has, although more often than not the Dog finds her way back in the evenings, to curl up in that ball after conning treats and scratches. It is odd, being so far from anything and everything that she knew, not that many knew her. A piece of what she used to be, she had come only for that brief period in Lirael's life before returning to walk her own path.
She doesn't need a doggy door and has learned how to work the knobs, extending her paws in to little fingerish nubs and turning the knob. She is fairly dry today, only having a faint smell of a dog that has been having fun in the waters. The door clicks shut softly behind her as she pads in, stretching, before her nose twitches, and she clacks softly forward in search of Atem. No one is quite as good as Lirael when it comes to scratches, but he is pretty close.]
wildcard; there's a Dog in your house
She doesn't need a doggy door and has learned how to work the knobs, extending her paws in to little fingerish nubs and turning the knob. She is fairly dry today, only having a faint smell of a dog that has been having fun in the waters. The door clicks shut softly behind her as she pads in, stretching, before her nose twitches, and she clacks softly forward in search of Atem. No one is quite as good as Lirael when it comes to scratches, but he is pretty close.]