Let's go exploring! Username: Mossclaw3706
Beardog(s) I'm sending:

Amount of times these beardogs have been exploring: 32, 30, 24 (not including this trip)
City: 5, 4, 4
Outskirts: 10, 8, 3
Farmlands: 17, 17, 17
Location: Farmlands
Link to last exploration: last adventure Extra: Just as JP wipes his brow, glancing down the road, he sees...something. A grey dot flickering on the horizon, form obscured by the mirage lines waving up from the dirt. He blinks and it's upon him -- a VERY excited and familiar grey beardog SPRINTING as fast as they can up to the fence. The fuzzy newcomer slides on the dust and half-crashes into the front gate, limbs akimbo and face plastered against the wooden slats with a grin.
"JP--" Saxophone wheezes, taking several large gulps of air, "Is Today your birthday-- wait," (they pause for more heaving) "it's okay. It can be your unbirthday too!"
Before Saxophone could be questioned, the two other beardogs arrive, having taken a more sustainable pace.
"Sax has something for you," says Mel, who had been tasked with carrying the box. They handed it to the collapsed beardog who excitedly raised it above their head with noodly arms. Inside were a few strange objects, clearly handmade. Upon closer inspection, they appeared to be drink koozies that matched that first from before...but the set of them had strange air-filled rings rigged to them with rubber bands.
"They float!!" said Saxophone, unhelpfully.
"For your pool," offered Pidge with a smile.
"...Say, JP, when
is your birthday?" asked Mel, scratching their chin.