Shela walked over to Bo, her head hung low as she thought about the dog that was taken to the Vet's office. She looked up at him, hearing his sigh. "Is she going to be alright?" She asked, worry laced in her tone as she saw down in front of the male. Her tail didn't wag, and her ears were still back a little. Although Shela was happy to see another canine, she couldn't help but think about what was wrong with Shy.
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Gecko walked around the farm, wondering what to do next. The male felt rather bored at the moment, and so far, after searching for ten or so minutes, he didn't find anyone to talk to or play with. The brindle shaded Plott Hound still felt disappointed that he didn't get to go hunting with the farmer.
Why didn't he take me? He thought to himself as he stopped next to the sheep's pen.
I'm a good hunter, I could have helped. Gecko tried to push his thoughts aside, and looked at the sheep in the pen with his dark brown eyes. "Wonder how good I am with herding...."